It's snowing. Again.
I thought I'd be able to say the sun was shining today, the sky was blue, but nope. It's snowing.
This morning I listened to the radio, hoping to hear some extreme moronities. I did, in spades.
Bus fares have gone up again, service refuses to improve.
I barely got any work done yesterday because of the constant interruptions.
And even the valentines day decorations I saw in several stores have yet to inspire a rant (though they no doubt will).
So I got nuttin' for you.
I'm in a great mood. I'm going back up to the cottage tonight, seeing a good friend for dinner. I'll be standing in the window drinking my tea and watching the birds tomorrow morning. And Red. Damn squirrel will no doubt be standing in the feeder chittering at me saying "Dude, where are my peanuts. Get your ass out here, I want my peanuts!" Telling him the peanuts are for the birds will not help.
So guys, I got nuttin'. I'm in such a great mood that I'm completely incapable of even improvising a rant.
It's starting to scare me. Is 2008 turning me into Pollyanna, sweet as 6 inches of fluffy frosting on a cake? Am I morphing into one of those gratitude journal (thanks Jocelyn) toting, Oprah loving... um, I have no nice noun to cover those adjectives so I guess, since I have nothing nice to say I'll say nothing. (Gag me!!)
Fer chrissake, I went out into the snow and made a snowman because a blogger asked for snowmen. Me... snow... it just doesn't compute! And Pop lives THOUSANDS. OF. MILES. AWAY!
Damn, I'm mutating into a saccharine shrew...