someone please tighten the rope a little... my lips still have a little of their original color left in them.

so "the boy" calls this afternoon. bad news. at this point i have to run over the list of possible scenarios that could be any worse than the recent string of 'bad news':

- an ant-eater coalition has chosen my oldest son to defend them against attacks by the lessor known 'giant ant-eater'?
- the white gooey goodness inside the center of a hostess cupcake will be soon replaced with the healthier alternative: low-carb fat-free no-sugar atkins-approved tofu fluff?
- unforeseen tragedy may extinguish all possibilities of a new feature film where hugh jackman, charlize theron and gina gershon entertain my fantasies with some serious sandwich action?

no. none of those.
it would seem that a certain division at a certain base in a certain branch of the united states military found a need to turn a four day work week into a five day work week. so the smallest amount of pleasure i might have received from the already tight 3 day weekend we had planned for my birthday, is no longer. awesome. but hell, thats okay right? he'll come home again in july. cause twice a year is totally enough. ...bastards.

im thoroughly pissed off.