The Big DumpTruck

I have a headache right now, and it won't go away. I don't believe it's anything that will kill me, so that's good. I don't have time to die right now. I have lots of things to do and to see. One of the the things I need to see is the office in my rear view mirror. [ba-dum-bum]

I put seventy dollars worth of gas in my car today. And I am actually nervous about it lasting until next week. This weekend we will be keeping any and all road trips to a minimum, I can tell you that. It had literally been years since I've had to worry about buying gas. I don't like to have to worry about it. I can definitely see the appeal of buying one of those very fuel-efficient little micro machines - at one point in time my 22mpg sounded pretty decent to me, for a mini van, but now I want at least twice that. But I'm not in a position to buy a car right at the moment, not when mine is running well, etc. etc.

Sorry, I shouldn't bitch. There are people dying in cyclones, earthquakes, crane collapses, train accidents and the like. That would be worse than paying $4 a gallon for gas.

Labels: complaints, gas

How many of you completely missed yesterday's change to The White Rhino Preservation Society News? Huh? Three of you? And nobody said anything? I give and I give and I give, and what do I get? Everyone is too busy clicking "I feel lucky" on Google Calendar.

I should just start talking about rhinos all the time.

Labels: complaints

Hellish morning! First I don't want to wake up but the stupid birds (I hate them with a white hot fire that consumes my soul) are back. I guess I need to figure out how to borrow a shotgun again. Oh, and then? No hot water.

And after all that, I go down stairs and the entire first floor is missing. I have no idea if the dog buried it in the back yard or what.

I hate April Fool's Day.

:-)

Labels: complaints, holidays, humor

I like the sweater I'm wearing today, but it's itchy. I don't know why, I guess the material is made out of fiberglass or something. I remember going to The Aunt(r)'s house and she had this big chairs outdoors that would really make your legs itch, especially if you were a kid all sweaty from running around her back yard. Apparently the itchy was because they were fiberglass. I don't blame her for having itchy garden furniture, but what the hell was the manufacturer thinking? Didn't they test them wearing shorts? Was my health ever in danger? Can these chairs be stored in the attic to provide insulation? (Okay, I'm pretty sure she doesn't have the chairs any more, but it paints a funny picture, doesn't it?)

So this sweater is itchy but it was really cheap. I got it on the 70% off rack. But it wasn't the "70% Off all Deadly/Itchy Sweaters" rack. At least not that I noticed.

Labels: clothing, complaints, nothingness