Sunday, February 22, 2009

Old man winter is a big fat hobo

So....winter. Do you have a minute? Can we talk? Come into my office....

I get it. It's cool. You can't help yourself. You just feel compelled to dump snow, and blow shit around and freeze over so that I literally slip OUT of my car. Hey, I know somebody's got to do this job. But could you stop begin such a *dick* about it? Please? That little snow emergency prank you pulled was really cute, but I don't have $200 dollars floating around to spend on a tow fee. Are you going to work an extra shift for me?

*sigh, eye roll*

February, I know I posted about this last time. But man, it's a painful month. I'm really anticipating some birthday celebrating this coming week. I just have to get through a shift tonight and a critique in class this week before I can go into party mode. I think lots of people need an excuse to play lately. Whenever I see friends, there is always a weight that keeps us trudging along, shoulders slumped and brows furrowed. Times are tough!

However, I was reminded of something last night that takes the edge off:



Now see if you don't giggle a little bit.

Sunday, February 15, 2009

Most boring note ever.

February...not a terribly exciting month, even though I was born in February. The weather is so complicated, so dreary and contrary. The snow is melting and I can start to see all the litter that my neighbors have left like gems to be slowly revealed. Yuck. How does a whole cupboard full of snack bags end up under our pine tree? Could it be the same way that the fish heads wrapped in newspaper (?!?!) ended up by the fence? Who litters anymore? Haven't the PC police infiltrated every demographic of America by now?

Gotta take the oldest cat to the vet. Gotta drink more water. Haven't seen most of my girlfriends in ages. Somehow my bangs have grown over my eyelashes in a week. My husband and I have a surrogate Valentine's Day dinner planned for later this week. Good god what else. Off to dreamland...