that I have Spring Fever in DECEMBER?????
All I know is the very last thing I want to do is sit here in this office and do the same stuff over and over again till my mind turns to mush. Maybe I'm just being seduced by the sunlight pouring into my office window but you would think that the cold wind blowing into the office through badly fitting window would bea smack up side the telling telling me it's WINTER idiot!
I hate being cold. I'll take hot and sweaty any time over frozen tootsies, not to mention frozen nosen.
The husband had the news on this morning and it showed a crowd of protestors in London, facing off with the police. The pics were taken from on high and so the protestors were a mass of dark colors while the London Bobbies were in a flourescent sort of green colored raincoats... I assume...So the newscaster is rambling on and on describing the scene and he goes as far as to tell us that the police are the groupin the left of the screen. Yep. We surely needed to know that because, well, we could have thought that the protestors all got together and DECIDED TO WEAR THE SAME THING today. But wait. It wasn't over. The announcers uses his oh oh voice and tells us to look at what's coming. Let's see, firing squads, tanks, bombs. No, MEN ON HORSES!! Horses who must have gotten the memo because THEY were wearing the same green as the police. Somehow I just can't think of Londoners as rowdy. I have imagine the mounted cops murmuring "pardon", "Excuse me", "So sorry" as they ride (slowly) into the crowd while the chinese just would have driven over them with tanks.
Another time on one of those ghost shows this women said very seriously the the light she saw was luminescent. Talk about redundant. Could a light be any other way, since luminescent basicly means something emitting light. Arrrggg.
Drug is another word that drives me mad especially when they need to say dragged. A medicine's side effects may be aggressiveness.... I don't even know if that's a word. How about using aggression, less syllables and it means what you want to say. No sense in wasting syllables. Who knows when you might run out.
Lumpy... I mean Rocco the Wonder Dog is still hanging in there and now he is well into week three. I keep hoping for a miracle.
So that's it for me, here and now. Still no laptop, I don't even know what to look for, and I really do have to get back to work. Have to earn that $50 a week that I get. Hang tight.
Thursday, December 9, 2010
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