Basement: wet.
Puppy: Won't -- you know. Except in the dining room. Terrified of rain.
Kids: Watching very bad TV/playing obsessive Wii and I've forgotten to care.
My Hair: Really, hair? Really?
The Fridge: barren.
The Laundry: wet.
The Blog: um? wha?
Bad TV: I love you bad TV makers because you always make me feel better when a comet destroys my city. I should look into that sometime.
Shrink: Need one -- for the dog.
Paper Towels: Not friendly on the face when nose-blowing. Just a tip.
The News: Did Haiti just fix itself? Awesome. I'm happy for them.
Snow: Apparently, eastern Massachusetts made a deal with Mother Nature. (RAIN was your deal? Wow, woman, we need to talk. My shovel and my kids need SOMETHING TO DO.)
Seattle: I feel ya.
Polite Fictions: Oh please (do)n't bother with mine, just read Two Busy's. We're working the Alphabet of Regret, with new peeps even! It's totally a happy time. Like with unicorns and shit. And no rain. Just regret and stuff...
2commentsBrilliant Person Wrote...
I feel your pain. The weather this week has been ridiculous.
You make it sound like Sam can't get it on outside (you know, sexually) when I know you mean poop.
That's just too many bad words in one comment isn't it?
Post a Comment