Grump
I've been a grump today. It is hot again. I know I must sound like a broken record on this one, but it's horrid. I cried this morning to The Boyfriend, spewing out stuff about "hating Toronto," and "I miss my friends, pets, nice people and clean air!" I then launched into a long speech comparing Toronto to a fart. Something along the lines of the air here being so hot and smoggy and smelly. Yes, we live in a fart. And there aren't any trees here. Or grass. And too many Portuguese soccer fans. They seem to think it is fine to plug up the road, scream, yell, blow whistles, honk their horns and smash things for 12 hours after the game. Those of us who are not so into team Portugal are forced to try to sleep through this, travel through this and work through this. Grrr.