December 1, 2006

How Lame Can I Get? I'll Show You.

Let It Snow

We were fortunate enough to have been blessed by receiving sleet, freezing rain and snow yesterday. The good news is - no work. The bad news is - I've been stuck at home for the past 2 days. I already have cabin fever. And, it's cold. It's going to be below 20 for the next night or so. I think that anytime the temperature is going to get below 20, the forecasters shouldn't even tell us a number - they should just refer to it as "fucking cold". I hate cold weather. Even though I was raised in the Midwest, I was meant to live somewhere warm - by the ocean - with fruity drinks. *Big huge sigh*

I did venture out this morning and took a picture of some very phallic looking icicles. However, Blogger has decided to be difficult and I can't post the pictures. Penis envy, maybe?

Church Sign O' the Week

I've once again been betrayed by church sign guy. Nothing even close to being good enough for Church Sign O' the Week was to be had. Words cannot even begin to describe the disappointment I feel. Why, oh why church sign guy? Why do you take my love, spit on it and then throw it back in my face? What did I do to deserve this? Sure, I make fun of you on a regular basis, and I once mentioned that your IQ wasn't higher than a bird's. But, sweet fancy Moses, man give me somethin' to work with. You're killin' me.

You notice how I wrote that as though church sign guy really reads my blog?

I amuse myself.

Phone Guy Pervs

The phone company has a substation on the property at the office, and there are roughly 10 trucks in and out every day. Do they really have so many repairs in a day that they have to have 10 different trucks in and out? Sometimes they even set up a canopy. It's like they're having a picnic. I think the reason there are so many visits to the substation is because all of the phone guys hack into the system and make free international calls.

Either that, or they're calling porn lines. And, I really don't want to think about the phone guys jerking off right outside my window. Even if they are under a canopy.

The Bohemian Butterfly

You remember how about 20 posts ago I mentioned that I was trying to come up with a new name for my art store on Etsy? Well, I finally have one. I am now The Bohemian Butterfly.

I just thought you should know, 'cause I know there are some of you who have probably been losing sleep just waiting for me to come up with a new name.

Rest easy, tonight, my friends.

Well, I'm going to wrap this up before this post gets any crappier than it already is, although I don't know how that could be possible. I'm going to blame it on the madness that has began to set in due to being cooped up.

Take Care,
The Bablatrice - who is longing for the sand between her toes.

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