"do you even know what that means?" i asked.
"this blue stuff," he said pointing to a circular mess of swirl. "that's snow."
it is very windy and pizza man and papa john's have denied the opportunity to fill my face with cheese bready flavored holiday spirit. i'm going to eat my elbow for dinner.
i haven't finished christmas shopping, which means another year of gifts from the ghetto spur: beef jerkey for my six year old niece, mel; matching scratch off lottery tickets for my parents; pork rinds for brother pista; windshield washer fluid for my sister-in-law and two cans of hormel chili for chuck.
i've been referencing the hour-to-hour weather report to gauge when my mood will improve. seems like maybe at about 6 a.m. monday.
if i were to count my blessings right now, it would be that a) chuck has cable and tvio: i finally got to see an episode of the the real housewives of orange county, and gossip girl thus far seems unaffected by the writer's strike; b) no one is here to critique my hygienic negligence.
happy birthday, jesus!