Okay, so apparently it is against the law to not return the Census Questionaire, if you happen to be the lucky recipient of it.  I have received this damn 1000 page, SAT lookin questionaire three times, and three times, I have shoved in into this white bin on my kitchen counter.  I work full time, have housework to do and have two children to deal with…not to mention my precious online time.

Well today I got busted by “The Man.”  The doorbell rang at about 7:00pm and it was a representative from the U.S. Census Bureau.

ME: Hello, Can I help you?
CB: Yes Maam, my name is Census Bureau Man, I am with the U.S. Census Bureau.  This address was chosen to participate in this year’s Census, and I show that we have mailed the questionaire to you on three occasions.  Were you aware that it is against Federal Law to avoid the Census Questionare?
ME: Oh really,

hmmm, well we just recently moved into this house, and I don’t remember getting it…Federal Law you say?
CB: Well maam, I have my laptop with me, and we can go ahead and settle this matter now. *walking past me into my house without being invited*
ME: Uh, okay. *walks back into house screaming at child 1 to stop running and jumping on couch and scooping child 2 off of the stairs*

Now, this man takes a seat at the bar counter surrounding my sink area, in front of the white bin on my kitchen counter, where the three copies of the aforementioned Census Questionaire were neatly shoved. 

CB: Maam, those look like the Questionaire’s right there.
ME: Where?
CB: Right there maam, in that bin.
ME: Oh shit, those?  I never even opened those up, my husband stuck them there, and I never even looked at them.  I am so sorry. *crossing fingers behind back and hoping hubby does not come home from the hardware store and rat me out*

So, I had to sit there and answer all his questions…I am married, I am a caucasion female, how much $$ I make, etc., etc.  I am quite sure that this man was thinking I was a complete asshole the entire time he was in my house.  A Federal Law breaking asshole!

Alright - I have woken up from the dead state I have been in ALL day.  Like a retard, I got drunk last night.  Me and T met Dena and her hubby at Shogun Japanese Steakhouse for dinner.  There was a little bit of a wait, so we, of course, spent the time having cocktails at the bar.  After dinner, and with a buzz, we decided to head over to Kelly’s Tavern for another drink.  We weren’t real impressed there, so we moved on to The Jewish Mother (or Jew Mom’s as we call it).  We had a couple drinks there and did some shots (sent over to us by our husbands who were, for some reason, at the other end of the bar) in hope of some drunken sex later on in the evening.  So we took the shots, and asked the bartender to kindly thank them, but that it would take more than a couple lemon drops to get some sex!  We then moved onto Murphy’s Irish Pub, which is farely new, but was pretty nice - and more drinks!  At this point we were done.  We met for dinner at 7:15 and got home at 1:30.

Needless to say, I spent a good portion of the day laying around with my bed buddy.  Why must I punish myself?  Thank god mom had the kids!

UPDATE: TODAY IS THE DAY - GO SHOW YOUR FOOKIN SUPORT AT ZAZZAFOOKY AS SHE TYPES HER LITTLE HEART OUT.  SHE IS WORKING ON ALMOST NO SLEEP PEOPLE, THE LEAST YOU COULD DO IS GO GIVE HER SOME SUPPORT!

TJ over at Zazzafooky has once again “entered” something, so we need to show some love.  She will be participating in the 2005 Blogathon.  She will have to post something to her blog every half hour for 24 hours and she is doing it for a good cause, not to mention she is a glutton for punishment!

Today is my friend Dena’s son Ethan’s birthday.  Dena is a very good friend of mine, her and I worked together and were pregnant at the same time.  Ethan is about 3 months older than Kaiden and turned 4 years old today.  Looks like he and Kaiden enjoyed cupcakes today at school, I am sure that they fought for 20 minutes beforehand.  They can’t do anything without fighting about it, yet cannot wait to see each other every day.

Happy Birthday buddy, we will see you tonight!

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