Little Bits of Pixie Dust

Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand, martini in the other, body thourougly used up, totally worn out and screaming "WOO HOO, what a ride!!"

Monday, March 13, 2006


This morning, as I was walking into work, the sky decided to vomit the entire contents of its stomach directly on top of my head. It was raining, hailing, the wind was blowing... my umbrella twisted its cute little pink self all the way around trying to protect me from the elements, but it was no use. By the time I made it to my desk, the back of my pants were soaked, and you could ring water out of my socks. My coat, which is hanging up as we speak, is still damp. It was not a very good way to start a (monday!) morning. And the kicker is, the weather didn't start to get out of control until the very second that I stepped out from under the protective covering that leads out of the parking garage. I'm totally serious... the sky waited until I was vulnerable, and then let me have it. And when the heck does it hail and lightning in February? In Ohio? Is someone up there playing a cruel trick on me?

In other news... well, there isn't really any other news. A* and I had a pretty quiet weekend. The most exciting thing that we did was laundry. Ha! We are such party animals. Get this~ A*'s nephew had his sixth birthday party on Friday night, and by the time we got off work, cleaned up, and bought his presents, it was about 8. A* called his sister and told her that it was just too late for us to come over, we would come and see him and give him his presents another day. Just too late! It was freaking eight o'clock, people, and the six year olds were still going strong. We are old.

Perhaps I will have something more exciting to talk about some other time, but right now I have to go drink some fiber subliments and eat some prunes... my hips are killing me.


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