Day. From. Hell.
What is this now, the SEVENTH freaking snow storm of February? I think we broke all records two snow storms ago. What a fecking mess.
So I battled the snow and winds to get to the GO train to get home. That was fun. On the streetcar ride, I had the exquisite joy of being beside two young men who were engaged in a spirited debate about the merits of various types of ammunition. I don't know if they were gamer-freaks, army recruits, gun fanatics or just plain scary. The entire conversation freaked me out, and it freaked out the nice young lady standing beside me. She and I kept rolling eyes at each other. We got off the streetcar at the same stop and I breathed about how that was the most disturbing conversation I'd ever heard; she agreed, and toddled off to her appointment at her gym, after wishing me a nice night. I continued on to the GO train station. And promptly missed the damn train. Crap.
Anyhoo, long story short ... finally got home, had a quick dinner, then did groceries, which ended up taking me more than an hour for some reason. And then I girded the ol' loins and took up the shovel and cleared off the porch and the driveway and the sidewalk in front of the house for the eon-th time this year... THEN unloaded the dishwasher... THEN took a 25-minute hot shower. Man, did that feel delish. My entire body is aching. Shovelling is something that should only be experienced by 16-year-old boys who want to earn a quick ten bucks. Not by 49-year-old menopausal crones with bad backs and hips.
I could fall down and sleep on the floor this very second.
STOP FECKING SNOWING ALREADY!!!!!!!
So I battled the snow and winds to get to the GO train to get home. That was fun. On the streetcar ride, I had the exquisite joy of being beside two young men who were engaged in a spirited debate about the merits of various types of ammunition. I don't know if they were gamer-freaks, army recruits, gun fanatics or just plain scary. The entire conversation freaked me out, and it freaked out the nice young lady standing beside me. She and I kept rolling eyes at each other. We got off the streetcar at the same stop and I breathed about how that was the most disturbing conversation I'd ever heard; she agreed, and toddled off to her appointment at her gym, after wishing me a nice night. I continued on to the GO train station. And promptly missed the damn train. Crap.
Anyhoo, long story short ... finally got home, had a quick dinner, then did groceries, which ended up taking me more than an hour for some reason. And then I girded the ol' loins and took up the shovel and cleared off the porch and the driveway and the sidewalk in front of the house for the eon-th time this year... THEN unloaded the dishwasher... THEN took a 25-minute hot shower. Man, did that feel delish. My entire body is aching. Shovelling is something that should only be experienced by 16-year-old boys who want to earn a quick ten bucks. Not by 49-year-old menopausal crones with bad backs and hips.
I could fall down and sleep on the floor this very second.
STOP FECKING SNOWING ALREADY!!!!!!!