Author: The Jody

You know, if I had been able to keep my wits about me, and wasn’t actually trying to drive at the time, I’d have attempted to put my little tiny crappy camera on the Sidekick and get a photo of this. But of course, that didn’t happen. So I’ll have to paint you the picture in words.

First of all, I noticed the mini van because it was the same make and model and color as Junior’s old daycare provider. So I always notice these purple vans, trying to see if it’s her so I can wave.

I glanced down at the license plate, and realized that this van had hearse plates. Hearse plates. I was behind a purple, Plymouth hearse. So many thoughts ran through my head, the first of which was “Man, I would be so pissed if I died and didn’t get to ride in the big fancy black one.” Oy. Ya, sure, this could be the vehicle they use to get the flowers or whatnot to the Church, or whatever it is they need to do to prepare for a funeral. Or it could be carrying the body from the morgue to the funeral home, I suppose.

Either way, I guess those fold-down seats come in handy. I just want to know, if I buy a used van someday, what EXACTLY it was used for. It didn’t occur to me to wonder until the other day.

Do I really need a sale to buy Cocoa Pebbles? Well no, I don’t. I’m more than willing to buy them if I want them. But a sale on Cocoa Pebbles means we’re having cereal for dinner! Well, I’m having cereal for dinner. And some leftover Peking ravioli. (Yea takeout! Thanks Deb!)

Oh, so at Sam’s* this morning and our favorite waitress gave Junior a little paper umbrella in his apple juice straw. Jackpot! It’s good to start your Sunday with an umbrella drink!

Well, while Junior and Mr. Dump waited for me in the parking lot of Shaws, apparently the umbrella got torn. The solution, per Junior, was to go to the Chinese restaurant! Wow! Nobody ever wants to go to the Chinese restaurant with me! But then the kicker: “Ya, we’ll go in and get one and then just leave.”

NO! If I’m going to obtain a paper umbrella, it had better be because I’m on the receiving end of a scorpion bowl, baby.

I leave you with the lyrics to a song Dave wrote on Dave the Barbarian – it’s an ode to a cheese danish:

“Cheese and Sugar, Cheese and Sugar, with the texture of a booger.”

I like that show. I don’t know if it’s popular enough for anyone to know what the hell I’m talking about if I tell you that all my shoveling this weekend makes me look like The Can. Heh.

*Sam’s is the name Junior gave the place we get breakfast every Sunday morning, back about 3 or so years ago. He thought the owner’s name was Sam. It wasn’t. Her name was Kim, but to this day if we see her, we call her Sam – I think she finds it VERY amusing. She doesn’t even own the place anymore, so if you are looking for a restaurant called Sam’s around here, good luck.

Man, that was fun. I am not a big fan of ice, in case anyone was wondering. It’s pushing 40 outside, so we were able to scrape up everything eventually. My poor back says “can I have the rest of the week off, ma’am?”

For some reason, Leominster cancelled morning and afternoon kindergarten, but not the rest of the schools. It’s NASTY out there. Made a run for gas for the car (didn’t think to take the gas can for the snowblower because we were only supposed to get 2-5 inches before it turned to sleet), and some groceries to make Mr. Dump a birthday dinner. We normally all go out for birthday dinners, but I don’t think that’s going to happen tonight. He can be birthday boy again tomorrow and pick a restaurant.

It’s snowing hard and fast out there. By the time I finished shoveling the driveway (I found out we only have half a can of gas and when I used the snowblower the other nice I ran it dry, so I’m conserving what we have left cause I don’t feel like making my way to the gas station right now), the part I’d shoveled first already needed shovelling again. I could have stayed out there all day. I finally realized I’d been out long enough when it occurred to me that there was so much snow in my hair (the part sticking out of my hat) that it was frozen solid.)

I’m tired. Anyone want to go get me a coffee?

Once again, Nat writes something so well it removes my need to even cover the topic. Go over and take a gander at her site so that I get credit for sending you over there in the list in the right column. I want to show her how many Dump Readers you can fit in a pickle jar.