What A Day

My wireless router is having issues. Last Saturday it started acting up so I called Verizon FiOS and was told a brand spanking new one would be at my house on Wednesday. Well, it's Saturday again and I'm sitting by our door "piggybacking" off of an unsuspecting neighbor who is like "WEP, what's WEP?". Back when I first bought this house I could only see my own wireless connection. I can now see three. Progress. Hopefully someone will always be unprotected. My own connection is going in and out and it's driving me crazy to keep getting kicked off. Princess had her dance recital today. I think it was 94 degrees and the air conditioners in the school we were at gave up. Yes they did. Every person in the place was fanning themselves with programs. It reminded me of my hometown unairconditioned church. Everyone had a personal fan. You wonder why kids don't listen these days. Parents. Parents set bad examples. You aren't allowed to tape the recital. They tape it professionally and make you buy it if you want it. However, they allow you to come to the dress rehearsal and stand right in the pit for your own act and tape it close up. That didn't stop the dude sitting right in front of me. His view finder distracted me to the point where I almost said something but it was so hot in there that I was already pissy and I didn't think getting arrested for handing some guy his ass would do well for having a nice family day out. They also sell pretzels and water in the foyer but there are signs all over the place saying that you cannot bring it into the auditorium. Guess who ignored the 97 signs about halfway through the show? Right, the same guy with the camera....whose 12ish son was with him. Great example. The rules don't apply to us son, we're special. Also, I'm guessing in the 29 number show no less than 10 flashes from cameras could be counted. That's right, after the annual speech by the dance school owner where she acts like we're the students and asks us to please not take flash photos as they distract the dancers. The other thing was the attire of half the audience. I know I've railed on church goers in the past and that's another pet peeve of mine, but this was probably worse. You had everything from people looking like they were going to an upscale restaurant to a guy I saw in a white tank top. A white tank top. No, really. Yes, it's hot - suck it up. I didn't even wear shorts or sandals. It's a special day for the kids and they are all dressed up in their costumes. Don't you think it's even more special for them if they see their parents get all gussied up like they're going to a real "show"? I know it sounds petty on my part, but seriously, you're going to your kid's dance recital and you're looking in the closet and you're thinking "now where is that white tank top?". Show some respect. I'm also in a world of physical hurt today. We're getting a new floor installed in our kitchen on Wednesday and Home Depot charges $150 to move a toilet, $150 to move a pedestal sink, $45 to move an oven and $45 to move a fridge. That's $390 that I can save by doing hardly anything.....except Winnie The Fridge wouldn't fit through the closest doorway and I had to push/pull/shimmy/lug/walk it to the next closest one and then spin it to make it fit through the door. It's now sitting in our family room which is damn convenient when you want some ice cream. It's 11:20 PM. I want some ice cream.