I have been in a crappy mood most of the week...
I keep thinking I should blog, but seeing as this is mostly a humor blog...
I have not been able to keep myself amused long enough to write a post...
I think I am just SAD...
Some sunshine and warmer temps might help considerably...
Or a getaway to a tropical paradise...
With a hot guy...
And a cold drink...
Maybe even several cold drinks...
One guy is probably enough...
Hell, one guy is more than enough...
I have enough trouble trying to find and keep one....
What would I do with more than one????
But lots of drinks....
My Mom sent me an email to remind me that it is Ash Wednesday ...
I sent her an email reminding her that I no longer practice...
Not looking forward to that next email....
G-Man is on Spring break this week...
At home...
He cannot afford to go on a lavish spring break getaway...
And I cannot afford to send him on one.....
So he is stuck hanging out in his home town with his hometown friends....
Which he seems to thoroughly enjoy...
So I guess it is a getaway of sorts...
Away from eating college cafeteria food...
And doing his own laundry...
Jesus Christ, the kid has a lot of laundry....
I know he did it once this week already...
But he still brought home at least 4 loads...
Not counting bedding....
How can any one person wear that many clothes or use that many towels in a few day span?????
And then not understand why he (or better yet, for him, I) cannot get it all done within a couple hours after he throws it into the laundry room....
This is not college pal...
Mom only has one washer and one dryer....
And when you ram everything into that one washer...
It rebels...
And tries to walk across the basement floor....
Looking for the nearest exit...
Spewing water and suds every time it bounces the lid open.....
Yeah, in the real world, laundry takes a little while....
Deal with it....
Or....
There is that laundry mat up the road with 55 washers and dryers....
Of course there you get to sit and twiddle your thumbs while waiting....
And then when you drop the basket of clean clothes in the puddle on the way out....
Because your room is not just down the hall like it is at school...
You get to start all over....
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