Stress balls…the point?
I have one on my desk. I would assume that the point of them is to de-stress you? I think squeezing them makes not a blind bit of difference. I reckon throwing them at the source of your stress and hearing them hop off the person’s head might do more. Very unprofessional though. Don’t try it at home folks. The weather gets worse. See how irish I am?If its not death, which if you notice I talk about constantly, its the cold. But it was freezing this morning. The kid wore a jacket, yes
you heard me, a jacket to school. Now, lets not crack open the champers just yet. It was what she termed a ‘jacket’. I would term if a long sleeved handkerchief if there is such a thing as. The one thing I LOVE about this weather is that she has to wear more items of clothing which is always good in my books. There’s no such things as too much clothing where she’s concerned. I’d have her
wear a full Burqa if she was even slightly interested. Just you know, to make sure she’s warm and stuff.
We arrvied home last night and there’s a lump in the bed. She muttered something about being freezing cold. She went to sleep whilst we went shopping. I didn’t have the energy to wrestle someone for cornflakes so we just headed to Fresh in Smithfield. Its a grand place for a quick shop. There’s also less chance of you being killed by those kids on wheels. It took me ages to realise that they had wheels on their feet. I thought I was suffering cold turkey as a result of being away from the PC for more then 30 minutes. They shoot past you, with half your shopping. Its scary. Of course if you leave your foot out and trip them, you’re the worst in the world. Only when they collide with the wine shelf.
Mammy2 headed to the gym whilst I tried to work. I say tried to because the kid was all chat once she had crawled from the bedroom avec duvet and hat. School was grand apart from one teacher saying she was an alco. We did a double take. Once we had broken it down, it turns out some teacher said they couldn’t be hanging out in the toilets as they might get in trouble. Big difference.
The sister in Holland rang and we caught up on all the news. She has a bit rough as she had celebrated her birthday a day early. Well, I always thought she celebrated it on the 19th. Give me a break! I asked her what date she was planning on celebrating christmas on this year. I heard a welly being thrown from Horst. Lucky her throw is crap, so chances are there’s a pissed of Dutch person knocking on her door as I type. Actually, that would mean they were really slow to react. I mean it took them the best part of 24 hours to get to the sister’s door. I digress. You get my drift.
The kid wants to put the tree up next week. She’s worse then I am. I don’t know where she gets it from. She also mentioned her christmas list. I wait the arrival of a manuscript. She threw out the casual art stuff and books, but you know if its left at that she’ll have a face longer then a horse on her come christmas morning.
