Tuesday, July 21, 2009


So as you can see from the previous post, I've been way too depressed to write anything this month.

I'm now the proud owner of a $1300 Whirlpool Duet that the repairman swears is the only thing he would recommend. (For his fiscal health?) It better Du it, that's all I've got to say on the topic.

Couple that with the coldest, wettest July on record, and you've got one cranky blogger who has done nothing but swear at Dish TV (why can't I get it to Single Mode? Is that too much to ask??) and eat carbs and sweets. Not a good summer, that's for sure.

I haven't got anything pleasant to say today. But that's not what you come here for anyway, now is it? Let's just say any universal health care plan for Americans should include therapy. Retail therapy, that is.

Even getting a free scone today didn't cheer me up all that much. Finally bought those awesome turtle shoes (pictures to be posted at a later date) on sale, and it's been too icky to wear them yet.

Just found a nifty list of "Eight Foods you should eat every day". What a great idea. I have three of them in the house now. Soon as I finish these Limited Edition Coconut M&Ms *
Yeah, right. The good foods? Let's see... Spinach. Yogurt. Tomatoes. Carrots. Blueberries. Walnuts. Oats. Now if I could remove all other foods from the house and just stock those... I'd be hitchhiking to the nearest KFC.

To add insult to all this injury, I had the opportunity to meet the sexiest writer on earth - and my lousy cell phone cam is so hideous; like two pixels per square inch, that I can't even put a picture in a frame to brag about. He's high def in person, trust me. I feel like Ulysses. The Gods smiled upon me, but prevented me from bragging about it. Great. Just what I needed, some crappy Life Lesson in Humility. Whatever.

Evil Developers now want to turn a scenic rural road near my house into a four lane Highway to the Hell of Rampant Growth, and despite logical residential opposition to their eminent domain seizure (politely termed 'right of way' as in get right out of our way, here comes the bulldozer serfs) it will probably happen. Who needs oak trees?

That's all for now. I'll be back with a new batch of gripes. You wait and see.

*It's a sad day when you have to ask a candy to be your friend on Facebook. I'm not there. Yet.

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