If you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all.
Sorry I haven’t blogged in a while. Not much to say. I was a big complainer all week. I hate traffic. I hate bills and taxes and having to go to the post office for any reason. I hate my eyebrows. And my roots. I hate periods. I hate finding out through myspace that my ex-boyfriend has a girlfriend. A stupid truck threw a rock up on my BRAND NEW SUV and now I have a star in my windshield. I hate that. I hate eating spaghetti four nights in a row just because there’s so much. I hate the rain. I’m sick of writing stories about Ben Roethlisberger. Glad he’s okay, I’m still a fan, but enough is enough.
There you have it, my week in review.
FF> Today I am much better. I had some sleep, took Brokaw to the vet and paid a visit to the pool at the YMCA. Do I still get Y points even though I technically didn’t go inside? Isn’t the feeling of the sun burning your skin fabulous? It’s probably the actual feeling of melanin cells turning cancerous, however, it’s invigorating.
Oh, I also learned this week that I’ve been spelling WEIRD wrong my entire life. My BFF, who happens to be a 2nd grade teacher and a spelling and grammar whiz, filled me in. Hey — I think it was my actual 2nd grade teacher who taught me "I before E except after C." Apparently that doesn’t apply to the word weird. To that, I say, hmm…. WEIRD. Someone should hunt down Mrs. Perry and tell her that!