Whine About it Wednesday!
Here’s my whine for today–it’s too cold to get out of bed!!! What is with this weather??? Is Mother Nature suffering from ADD? Saturday is was 72 degrees here. Gorgeous. Yesterday it never broke 30. This morning… I don’t even know what the temperature is this morning, but I absolutely dread taking the dog out. Of course, I don’t dread it so much to face the alternative, so I’ll have to, but…
Argh! I want good old mild temperatures. Is that too much to ask for?
January 17th, 2007 at 8:35 am
I agree–it’s waaaay too cold. The bed is calling me back under the duvet where it’s warm.
January 17th, 2007 at 9:02 am
I have to crawl out and stay out — at least for a while. The decorator is coming over to talk about futons for my office. Yay! Maybe the thought of brightening up this room will warm my soul. And my body.
A girl can hope, can’t she?
January 17th, 2007 at 9:08 am
Yes, apparently it is too much to ask. I almost froze to death driving Girl to school because I was too dumb to grab a jacket and it was 28 degrees.
Oy, I’m ready for the whine. I start to blow-dry my hair this morning and said blow dryer is MIA. I look at Girl, who is busy using MY flat iron on her hair, and ask where it is. “I dunno.” “You had it last, I saw it downstairs.” “Well, I don’t know what I did with it.” She continues flat-ironing her hair. I count to 5. “Go find it.” “I’m busy and I don’t know what I did with it.” How about she’s about to be half-dead? “I need to dry my hair. You lost it. Go find it. Now.” She stomps back in with the blowdryer from the other bathroom. “Here. I don’t know why you didn’t just go get this one yourself.”
Amazingly, she is still alive, albeit, banned from the computer for a week.
January 17th, 2007 at 10:21 am
Brrrrrrrrr, yep, it’s cold outside. Bring me back the 72 from the weekend, please,
. My whine is the ex. Several calls from his house, but leaves no message. Thought it might me my son. Return the call and the ex is concerned about overpayment of child support money. No more and no less. I can keep any promises that I made verbally. Too bad he can’t keep one he made on written paper. May the Lord help him. So have a great but cold whiny Wednesday.
January 17th, 2007 at 1:32 pm
Kimberly, I would love to go back to bed, too. Or take a hot bath…
Marilyn, I’m having office envy again. A futon wouldn’t fit in my little cave-like hole, I’m afraid.
Jen, I’m surprised your Girl still has teeth. I applaud your restraint.
Ginger, sounds like a bad situation. I’m so sorry.
January 17th, 2007 at 4:37 pm
Thanks, Rhonda. When everything is said and done that is his bag to carry.
January 17th, 2007 at 4:55 pm
You’re welcome. And no one will blame you if you snatch it away from him long enough to whack him with it.
April 20th, 2007 at 5:58 am
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