Author: The Jody

Okay, Miffy got the last laugh on me. Fine, Miffy. You win. Forget the rootbeer, forget the Tostitos (if THAT were at all possible). But forget all the teasing and snacking, because what it all comes down to is something horrible and terribly painful to me: Miffy cost me money.

You see, Saturday morning when I woke up I saw something odd in the back yard, so I wandered out there to check things out. And to my utter woe, I realized it was a shingle from my roof. Miffy ripped a couple of them off the roof, front and center where it was pretty noticeable. Which means I need to actually find someone to fix the problem and then PAY them because quite frankly, I’m not up to roof repair. Of course rain is predicted all week and you can actually see wood where the shingles are gone, so I cannot even put it off for a few days. Ratzen Fratzen windstorm.

Miffy, I hate you.

Remember the scene in High Anxiety where Dick Van Patton’s character is killed by being trapped in a car with a very loud radio? His ear drums apparently burst and we know he’s dead because there’s a little trickle of blood coming out of one ear. Getting beyond the “is it possible for a standard-issue 1970’s car radio with speakers in the dashboard [only] to get loud enough to cause damage, because, after all that was the point of the scene, I’m wondering if I was taking my life in my hands on the way to work today.

You see, I have the latest Josh Groban CD and I had it turned up to window-rattling levels – which for a vocalist is probably not as much a threat as say, Megadeath. Or any of those banks with the screaming lead singers. Or maybe Sousa marches (my dad had an album called “Brass Band Bash” and it was my sister’s favorite album for quite a while. I need to remember to tell her kids that in a few years.).

Anyway, I survived the ride in, and I’m happy to tell you, there was no ear bleedage. Run out and get the new CD, by the way. More good stuff.

Guess what they have at the Solomon Pond Mall in Northboro? A Lego Store. Guess who had to restrict herself to ONLY buying one of the small containers from the “fill it from the bins” section?

Oh good gravy, the colors! To DIE for!

I don’t care what anyone says, I like Poland Spring bottled water better than any other bottled water. Now me saying that means they will change it, or go out of business or something. I hope that doesn’t happen, but I am the Grim Reaper of all consumer products.

I’m supposed to catch up by writing 7000 words this weekend. Oh, right, THAT’S going to happen. Look, I’m busy refereeing my step children and my son and writing entries in my blog. We had lunch in, so for a big treat we’re having Wendy’s. Oh, boy, I must have been a good girl in a previous life.

Wow, I was going to just post a link, but there’s a commercial on right now to try to convince people that they can make money raising alpacas. I had no idea it was that lucrative. Go to ilovealpacas.com for more info. (I’m not building the link, because I don’t want them to know I’m talking about them. Those alpacas are mean and they spit, you know? I don’t need that.)

Oh, so go to this site, Astonishingtales.com and read a wonderful screenplay featuring The Big DumpTruck as a character. If it doesn’t work right, just plug in the url.