A swimmer's earful

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Everybody soggy today, Internet? Your pictures of water, water, everywhere were pretty incredible. That's some scary stuff. I'm very fortunate to report that The Husband, Sugarbear, Claudette, and I remained dry. Worse thing that happened was a flowerbed beat down. I know we got out easy so prayers for everyone effected by this mess.

Well, other than the crazy storms, I had a nice weekend. Much fun with friends and a shout-out to the visiting Nae-Nae! A former Columbia girl that used to be a living roomie and now resides in Colorado. And she hasn't changed a bit! It's so nice to have those folks that you may not keep in the best of contact with but when you see them, you pick right up. Good stuff. Although, I do report that while the service at Molly's La Casita is Midtown lovely, the food... Still bleh. (WHY do they do that to their beans?! I know some people really like them. I. Do. Not. Call me a bean snob. I don't even care. Take that! Never mind... Not sure who I'm even addressing that to.)

While I'm bean fussy, I'd like to also mention that I have self-diagnosed myself with a case of Noise Sensitivity Syndrome (N.S.S.). And yes, I thiiiiiink I made that up. Here's a list of things that cause my N.S.S. to act up –

• The loud break room TV across from me.
• People that sing and snap their fingers to music to their headphones in shared spaces
  
• Pencil/pen tappers
• People that cough non-stop
• Barking dogs
• The guy that used to clap his hands next to me on the treadmill... You don't even KNOW
  
• When people have their computers turned up so you hear every email that comes through
• My dogs nails on the hardwood floors when I'm trying to sleep
• Movie talkers

Bah! Made me crazy just typing all that out! Do you think I can start giving people sad face, and say " Would you mind stopping -fill in the blank here-? You're making my N.S.S. act up."

Yeah?! No? Eh, stupid social standards...

You know, I think it was living beneath that crazy, ahem, I mean, kooky lady that walked around for hours in the middle of the night. I think it noise-scarred me. The countless sleepless nights and crunchy ceiling steps flipped a switch and now I'm all noise cuh-razed!

I AM the crotchety old man that glares at everyone with his teeth out.

So, when I'm not throwing rocks at the neighborhood cats, what's on the table for this week? Tuesday, The Husband and friend of Bubbleland, Horace the Reptile, are starting back on hitting the hoops! Hitting the boards? Getting their dribbles on? Whatevs... Good luck out there, fellas! Don't forget to stretch.

In the meantime, I need to get my reading rocking. Book club is on Saturday. Can't wait! Going a place out of the norm for our meetings. (We tend to circulate between about 2 places.) Exciting stuff and it's looking good weather-wise for some patio sitting.

All right, Internettie. Get out there and show Monday a good time. And if you can't do that, just take it easy like some pups I know...

No N.S.S. here