Okay, well I’m already in sort of bitchy hormonal mood today, but someone just asked, in the comm if we thought maybe Frist was going to resign from the Senate. When people responsed sarcastically, that, uh, yeah, he already did, that’s what whole Ford/Corker race was about, the original poster responded defensively as to why everyone was acting like this was something she should know, since she doesn’t watch the news but instead is only informed by NPR. Holy fucking asshattery, Batman. Anyway, I usually breeze on by such pointlessness, but I couldn’t help add my own snotty $0.02, because really WTF? Why isn’t Frist tossing his hat in the presidential ring is a relevant question. Is he resigning from the Senate is like asking is Abe Lincoln is dead, for christsfuckingsakes.
Oddly, this seems to have improved my mood, although not my love for my fellow man.
I did fix my bed today! With cardboard and duct tape, yeehaw!!! Um, what? The slats were shifting and I just sort of wedged them in so they can’t move anymore.
It’s so windy out that our porch chairs blew out into the yard. I’m consiering attaching them to the railing with bungee cords. That’s right, I am all about the redneck fixits today.
In other news, I am doing laundry. In the comfort of my own home. That’s right, bitches, we finally got that washer hooked up. It only took, what? Six weeks? For us to find someone else to do it all for us so we didn’t have to do anything. Man, we really need a house boy.
The Mole people next door have a huge fancy Xmas tree in their front window and thus have opened their curtains for the first time (well except to occasional peek out in a creepy, paranoid manner). Of course the shrubbery blocks the view from the street, but it’s nice that you could stand on the porch, four feet from the window and see the tree. Heh.
Man, don’t go asking me any questions today that you don’t want bitchy sarcastic answers to.