So.........zzZzZZzZZ..........Bu-Boring!
My mother calls to make plans to watch Connor this afternoon/early evening. I'll lay aside the argument that she had to make the phone call about picking him up from my work, her plans, her mother's plans to go to early church, dinner, what my brother was doing tomorrow and then the need to re-tell me these things a few times, (all while having another conversation with her mother and ignoring that she was on the phone with me at work) aside and say one more thing.
Its 51 degrees outside, and its daytime. This evening its supposed to drop to 38. Who in the name of Zeus' butthole wants to walk around Peddler's Village amid the CLOSED stores AT NIGHT to go see the entries for a stupid scarecrow contest? JESUS, I think watching paint dry actually has more of an appeal than this. The fumes will get you a little high, you can see the colour change (a little) and you're not (hopefully) freezing your ass off while contemplating ritual suicide.
And they said the Japanese had cornered the market on torture techniques.
Its 51 degrees outside, and its daytime. This evening its supposed to drop to 38. Who in the name of Zeus' butthole wants to walk around Peddler's Village amid the CLOSED stores AT NIGHT to go see the entries for a stupid scarecrow contest? JESUS, I think watching paint dry actually has more of an appeal than this. The fumes will get you a little high, you can see the colour change (a little) and you're not (hopefully) freezing your ass off while contemplating ritual suicide.
And they said the Japanese had cornered the market on torture techniques.