Sunday, December 21, 2008

Not cool.

I absolutely hate myself. One, I haven't left the house all day. Two, I pretty much haven't left my bed. And three, I ate pancakes this morning. Alone. I ate pancakes and feel like a complete cow since no one else will be bovine with me.

It's bitterly cold. So frigid in fact, the inside our of front door is frosted. Isn't that lovely? This is typical January/February weather, not December! Though according to the almanac the rest of winter should be pretty mild. I can handle that. It would be fabulous if I got that automatic starter on my Christmas list. No longer shall I walk the 3 yards to my chilly Corolla. Woot. Can't wait for that day!

Looks like I'll be spending another Christmas alone. Nothing new. Even worse since my mother's side of the family decided they'd rather go elsewhere. That's a first in erhm, forever? I hope their ham is cold. Baahumbug. My Christmas spirit is gone. I had it full force up until last week. Guess it got blown away in the arctic air.

Ok. I'll go crawl back in my hole and be miserable.


Thursday, December 18, 2008


Howdy Doody.

I smell like fabric softener. With Febreeze. I constantly wonder how those very chemicals we love so much are destroying our bodies. If I could afford to go green, I would.

FYI for my NON-EXISTENT readers:

Hi. I back.

Tired Girl.