A Real, Honest to God, TGIF

First one in a long time. No Saturday meeting. So here I sit, feeling no pressure at all. Like the great big blob of protoplasm I am.

It turned out to be one of those days, but nothing terrible. I never had a chance to call and rant at Salesman, and since it's late Friday afternoon, I decided I'd wait, so as not to ruin his weekend. I'm so tender-hearted.

Kiddo is leaving soon to go white-water rafting in East Tennessee with another family. Not a moment too soon. We had another futile debate this morning, and I'm worn out. It turns out that he's much more knowledgeable than I am because he's read "Too Big to Fail." And he's taken Econ 410. I asked him if him if it was Macro or Micro, and after a moment's (telling) hesitation, he said "Both." I asked him if he knew what M3 was. No. He asked me if I knew what CDO stood for. "Collateralized Debt Obligation." Touche.

The quiz continuted. He didn't do well. NASD - no idea. LIBOR - nope. S&P - he knew Standard & Poors. I didn't ask him how many stocks are in the Dow Jones Industrial Index. I didn't ask him to name 5 of the 30. I didn't smack the shit out of him. I asked him to lend me his book, "Too Big to Fail", the oracle of investing.

His dad came to pick him up. I said to be sure to wear a helmet on the raft to protect the precious cranium into which we've invested hundreds of thousands of dollars. The cranium I've resisted smacking soooo many times.

I decided to make Bulimic Cat an outdoor cat, but she must've overheard me because she was in hiding in no-man's land, under my huge bed in the EA.

Ok, enough blogging. I'm going to find something to do. I think it'll involve eating or drinking or talking or painting or drawing or writing limericks. Or reading in a hot bath. Painting my toenails. Hanging pictures or sewing curtains or rearranging furniture.

Or emailing. I found a couple great quotes for FF. Gonna send those now, and be on my way to other pursuits.