BOOO-OOORRRR-ED!

Blame it on the ADD or whatever, but much like the kids I have a low boredom threshold.  Most days I do okay because I like reading or getting on the computer enough to keep myself occupied and at least slightly amused.  Other days, like today, nothing holds my interest and I feel restless, antsy, and unsettled....like I should be doing something important but I can't even find something stupid to do.

Megan isn't any help....she is sending status updates to Facebook about her own levels of boredom.  And Tim?  Forget that.  He is still not bounced back from the kidney stone business (the stint doesn't come out till Thursday) and anyway....it's a Sunday so he is belly-up across our bed snoring and grumbling like a magnitude 6 earthquake watching a movie with his eyes shut.

So, how bored am I?

I'm as bored as Michael Vick at a PETA convention.

I'm so bored folding laundry is beginning to sound fun.

I'm so bored I put socks on the dog's feet just to watch him forget how to walk.

I'm so bored I'm watching Jello gel.

I'm so bored I made popcorn and went outside to watch the grass grow. (Not really.  It's waaaaay too hot.)

I'm so bored I drew crossed eyes and moustaches on everyone in the Sunday paper.

I'm so bored I'm on a spinny chair.....now you see me.....now you don't......now you see me.....now you don't.....

I'm so bored I alphabetized the refrigerator magnets.

I'm so bored I checked my MySpace profile.  Talk about a no-man's land.  Sheesh....I expected to see tumbleweeds blow by.

I'm as bored as a bald man's hairdryer.

I'm so bored I'm thinking up ways to say how bored I am.

I guess I have to get over it, though.  We promised to go visit my classmate "P", whom I mentioned in yesterday's post and he's asked me to bring him a big plate of fried zucchini.  Somebody has to fry it.  And somebody has to figure out the new deep fryer first.  And somebody has an hour to get it done.