Month: January 2005

Not THIS DumpTruck, silly. No, what do you do if you drive a truck and it’s got a little smudge of dirt on it?

Well, you wash it.

Where do you wash it?

Apparently at one of those places where you put a jillion quarters into a machine for a minute of soap and water. You want to know how I know?

I like having a camera on my cellphone.

p.s. Looking for a good Chocolate Chip ice cream? Our new find is Brighams. I am very happy.

Okay, freaky busy day out there today. Look, I was going shopping for a real reason – I needed a black turtleneck. But what about the rest of you? We went up to the Pheasant Lane Mall in Nashua and there was practically gridlock all the way down the Daniel Webster Highway.

[Special note to the rabid mom in the minivan:

See, when two lanes of cars are both in right turn-only lanes, and you are in the rightmost lane, you are supposed to turn and stay in the right lane. Not just try to drive into the left lane without looking, almost hit us, beep your horn at us, get livid, start screaming and then beep your horn at us again LATER. Or did you just get your license yesterday? If you did, do us all a flippin’ favor and stay the hell off the road if you can’t handle two turn lanes. Beeyotch. God, you know, how dare she get so furious with us for daring to be in our lane! And then she was in a left turn lane when we were driving past she actually had the nerve to beep at us again! My God, is she really that much of a stupid lunatic? Heaven help her kids if she’s the one who teaches them how to drive. Those are the days when you almost, just almost, wish she HAD hit us, because I would have loved to see her face when the cops cited her for failing to stay within marked lanes. Grrrr.]

Anyway, the roads were bumper-to-bumper – it looked like the weekend before Christmas out there. Well, good for the retailers, I guess.

Oh, and after we got home, I saw this view out the window and thought I’d share.

I’m not complaining about the nice warm air that passed through the area. I’m just complaining about the timing. It would have been really great for it to happen during daylight hours. I mean, maybe just a couple of hours earlier. I say that because it would have been great to not be woken up by all the ice sliding off the roof into the gutters at one in the morning. I have a cape cod-style house, and our bedroom has a slope in it. I sleep closest to the roof, with a dormer window [I think that’s what they’re called] like two feet from my head. So when stuff moves on the roof, it’s like it’s crashing into the room. Not cool, when you were sound asleep.

I guess I also would have liked the date moved to the weekend as well. It hurts me deeply to know that I was either sleeping or at my desk while it was 60 degrees. Except for my commute, of course, but that’s when we had the downpour, so I couldn’t very well open the windows.

So ya, I was complaining. It was 61 when I left the house. According to the Weather Channel, when I leave work, it will be THIRTY DEGREES COOLER. How can you not hate that?

I got the turkey for lunch today. When you buy a hot meal, it goes in a white container so you have to tell the cashier what you got.

I go to the cashier named Jody for obvious reasons. She greeted me with “Hello, Jody!”

and I replied:

“Hello, turkey.”

I shoulda used a period, not a comma. At least she laughed.

D’oh!