Do I live on Mt. Everest or something?
I keep looking for piles of discarded O2 tanks from oh-so-considerate mountaineers, but I can't find them. I keep looking for Sherpa guides who might want to guide me from Cub foods up this steep, apparent mountain and to my home on its slope, (plus, when Tristan was a baby, he had the COOLEST Sherpa-style hat that he looked adorable in and I keep thinking, since we MUST live on Mt. Everest, there must be some damn Sherpas somewhere who would be willing to barter 2-year old Rolling Stone magazines or an African Grey Parrot or something for one of their hats,) but there are no Sherpas to be found, only dejected-looking high school kids, walking to and from school in far too little clothing for a Minnesota winter. It's not until college, as I remember, that one realizes it's cooler to wear a hat and other proper outerwear than to lose an ear or part of your nose to frostbite.
So, no discarded O2 tanks, no Sherpas, just silly, sad-looking high school kids trying their hardest to pretend they really, really aren't cold at all. Hmm....
Then WHY THE FUCK THE CONSTANT, NON-STOP, FUCKING SNOWPLOWING? WHY? WHY? WHY?
Yeah, it's a hill. But it's not close to the biggest hill in town and they do this non-fucking-stop whenever we get the tiniest bit of snow or ice? I mean, maybe, just MAYBE it might be a clue to the driver's of said plows that the horrific grating sounds made as they cruise back and forth and the sparks flying off of the plows themselves that perhaps there isn't much here to PLOW ANY MORE, that maybe, just MAYBE they got it all taken care of 16-24 hours ago?
Okay, yeah, so can you tell that their seemingly endless plowing gets my nerves a little raw when I'm trying to sleep during the day?
Yeah, yeah, and I know they don't plow Mt. Everest, though, nothing would surprise me at this point...02-tank-throwing fuckers.
Oh, by the way, good morning! :-)
So, no discarded O2 tanks, no Sherpas, just silly, sad-looking high school kids trying their hardest to pretend they really, really aren't cold at all. Hmm....
Then WHY THE FUCK THE CONSTANT, NON-STOP, FUCKING SNOWPLOWING? WHY? WHY? WHY?
Yeah, it's a hill. But it's not close to the biggest hill in town and they do this non-fucking-stop whenever we get the tiniest bit of snow or ice? I mean, maybe, just MAYBE it might be a clue to the driver's of said plows that the horrific grating sounds made as they cruise back and forth and the sparks flying off of the plows themselves that perhaps there isn't much here to PLOW ANY MORE, that maybe, just MAYBE they got it all taken care of 16-24 hours ago?
Okay, yeah, so can you tell that their seemingly endless plowing gets my nerves a little raw when I'm trying to sleep during the day?
Yeah, yeah, and I know they don't plow Mt. Everest, though, nothing would surprise me at this point...02-tank-throwing fuckers.
Oh, by the way, good morning! :-)