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The only thing....
That makes this day worth facing is the fact that we have dubbed it Bun Day! I do so look forward to making these little icons. This one describes what you want to do to the buns when they are within your reach. And boy....I wish these were.
I am in a foul mood though really. It is cold. I have to go to chiro and then I have to go get a fix it ticket taken care of. It is the last day to do so and I left it to the final day. Have to go to the Police Station and then the Court House to pay the fine. Ugh. It is only $10.00 but ugh. It is just the pain of it all. It is going to put all the tension right back in my back.
So here are the buns for you. Behind a cut for those at work.
Note: The photo for the icon is from Artistic Male Nudes by Dylan Ricci.
Edit: The morning ordeal
So I have a good chiro appt. Then I go right to the Police Station to get my ticket signed off on and the little clerk dude says there are no cops around to sign off on my thing. WTF?! No cops in a Police Station? It was on the tip of my tongue to ask the guy if they were all out having coffee and doughnuts, but I didn't. I showed some restraint. Some respect for law enforcement. *eye roll*
The clerk dude says I could have a meter maid sign off on the ticket and that they would be out there right about then, to flag one down. So off I go. Well who would have thought you could not find a meter maid downtown in Bezerkeley. Well...there was not-a-one to be found. I searched and looked and searched and looked. I went back to the dude and he got downright surly. Off I huff. I realized then that I would have to drive around and find one. I had to waste lots of time in my meter and I hate doing that but c'est la vie.
I start driving and see a Uni-cop. One of UC's finest. I wave frantically at him and we roll our windows down. Miracle of miracles. He can verify my ticket for me. Now had I known----I work in the same building as the Uni-cops at werk. I would have stopped there on my way to the court house. But noooooo....*eye roll* So he checks me out and back to the Police Station and Court house I go.
Lucky for them, there was no line. I was in quite a mood by the time I got back there. The clerk lady was really nice too after I told her my whole adventure. I paid my $10.00 and went to wirk.
Nothing is ever easy, is it?
Got myself Reese's Peanut Butter cup King Size as a reward for all that trauma. Ahhh. Mmmm. Ohhhh.
I am in a foul mood though really. It is cold. I have to go to chiro and then I have to go get a fix it ticket taken care of. It is the last day to do so and I left it to the final day. Have to go to the Police Station and then the Court House to pay the fine. Ugh. It is only $10.00 but ugh. It is just the pain of it all. It is going to put all the tension right back in my back.
So here are the buns for you. Behind a cut for those at work.
Note: The photo for the icon is from Artistic Male Nudes by Dylan Ricci.
Edit: The morning ordeal
So I have a good chiro appt. Then I go right to the Police Station to get my ticket signed off on and the little clerk dude says there are no cops around to sign off on my thing. WTF?! No cops in a Police Station? It was on the tip of my tongue to ask the guy if they were all out having coffee and doughnuts, but I didn't. I showed some restraint. Some respect for law enforcement. *eye roll*
The clerk dude says I could have a meter maid sign off on the ticket and that they would be out there right about then, to flag one down. So off I go. Well who would have thought you could not find a meter maid downtown in Bezerkeley. Well...there was not-a-one to be found. I searched and looked and searched and looked. I went back to the dude and he got downright surly. Off I huff. I realized then that I would have to drive around and find one. I had to waste lots of time in my meter and I hate doing that but c'est la vie.
I start driving and see a Uni-cop. One of UC's finest. I wave frantically at him and we roll our windows down. Miracle of miracles. He can verify my ticket for me. Now had I known----I work in the same building as the Uni-cops at werk. I would have stopped there on my way to the court house. But noooooo....*eye roll* So he checks me out and back to the Police Station and Court house I go.
Lucky for them, there was no line. I was in quite a mood by the time I got back there. The clerk lady was really nice too after I told her my whole adventure. I paid my $10.00 and went to wirk.
Nothing is ever easy, is it?
Got myself Reese's Peanut Butter cup King Size as a reward for all that trauma. Ahhh. Mmmm. Ohhhh.