So you know the weather has been really sucky here, it’s just been one Tuesday snowstorm after another, I had my family in from out-of-town, I haven’t really done a lot of grocery shopping.
The kid had to eat, I asked him what vegetable he wanted with his chicken nuggets, and he said “Is Mike and
Ikes (you’re welcome) a vegetable?” I said “Well kinda, but you know we have Annie’s Gummy Bunnies, those are maybe a little closer to a vegetable” so he said “Great” and poured both of them on his plate. This was his lunch:
He was thirsty, so he asked me for some milk:
You know it’s just hard for me to even TRY when I can’t see the SUN! Hello??!!! Earth to Sun. Could you please do your duty and break through the clouds for just ONE DAY?? Now it’s raining, raining on top of the 10 inches of snow in my yard. It’s lovely, really. The best part is when I let my dogs out. It is so frickin’ disgusting out there that my new method is I let the dogs in one at a time grab them with a giant towel and throw them in their room with the space heater on to dry them. And YES they have their own room, it used to be my office, but now it is disgusting and smelly and muddy. So it is basically the repository for all of the paperwork and bills I want to pretend don’t exist, and I do all the
really important stuff blogging, from the kitchen island. It’s gotten to the point where I even keep a pen cup on the island, really because I am addicted to pens, not because I need sharpies and bic mark-its and colored pencils at my immediate disposal. Well I do, how else can I color coordinate everything? You know what? Screw the perfectly clean kitchen counter, I can’t hack it. It’s such a fake job anyway. Basically it means at night I move my computer, notebooks, pen cup and pencil sharpener into my sh*t-hole of an office dog’s room, and then in the morning I move them all back in here. It’s an exercise in futility, and that’s the worst kind. Well no, exercise is the worst kind. Which brings me back to my original point.
Maybe if the sun would grace us with his majestic presence I might actually get outside and walk. As it stands now, my world is covered with ice, I’d probably break a hip or something. And my Just