It's fucking snowing.
It's April 10, and it's fucking SNOWING.
Fuck you, Al Gore. Go invent something, like a flowerbed heater.
My evil plot to take over my own livingroom has progressed nicely. I now have control of over 1/2 the area, (even DUSTED!!) and believe I can secure a substantial amount of the remaining insurgent pack-rat piles within a few weeks. I'm not in any great rush here, I'm only forcing myself to put in 15 minutes a day so I don't get all burnt out in one.
I had kind of planned to stop on the way home and get a pedicure, but with the SNOW, MR GORE, I don't want to be leaving the shop with sandals on, so I suppose I'll have to wait until the SNOW, MR GORE leaves.
Gah, I want to slap that smarmy, self-satisfied, LAWYER smirk off his face.
And dump this SNOW down his trousers.
Just to show him how fucking WARM it ISN"T.
I really didn't need this snow this morning, Mr. Gore. Can we like go back to "Global Winter" and let things warm up again?