Well, it looks like I mighta been wrong about that snow not comin'. It's here allright 'n its blowin' down with a flurry furry! Thank God for that snow bottle we were given at the program this a.m. That means MeanDonnaJean won't have to put on her new snow boots 'n trudge thru mounds 'n mounds o' the white stuff across town tomorrow a.m. Thank God for snow boots anyway, even tho I won't have to break 'em in tomorrow. I won't even have to make my daily stop at Sal's Deli tomorrow cuz MDJ finally got SMART 'n began bringin' home two days worth of weekend breakfasts on Saturdays....one for Saturday, one for Sunday....instead of havin' to go back out again on Sundays. Thank God for regeneratin' brain cells. Wow, I can hear people outside shovelin' as I sit here 'n type. Thank God for not bein' a homeowner :-)
And speakin' of so effin' wrong.......
How is it that my son....my unemployed-but-who-never-hadda-damn-job-anyway, now-un-fully-educated son, gets to go out tonite to a new local restaurant for a nice hot dinner with his friends (which *I* paid for nonetheless), while *I* sit at home eatin' a cold damn ham/turkey/swiss sandwich?
Now THAT'S effin' WRONG!
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Guess i was wrong 'bout the boy.
What's a snow bottle? Should I know this?
What's wrong with a good ole sandwich? You need some soup to go with it...specially if it's snowing outside.
But yeah...sonny boy shouldn't be eating better than his mom...and yet...isn't that always the way??
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