In a drastic effort to be totally random, I would like to state the following:
"I" is the subject, the predicate is "blame belly button lint."
I think the object is belly button lint, but more specifically, lint is the object, belly button is the adjective? the modifier?
Hell, I'll have to ask Literary Scholar about that one. Or Robin Hood would know, too. Because they're stoopid smart like that.
I took today off from work. Got my car an alignment. Watched Grosse Pointe Blank. Had desires to clean house (again) and do dishes in sink. Yeah. Didn't happen. Yet.
Not feeling motivated. Truthfully, I blame a cloudy/rainy day. Wow. I say that and the downpour begins. I hope the recycling guys aren't pissed because I put some of my recyclables out in paper bags. DAMN and check out the lightning. And the irony? There's the ice cream truck passing by at 2:20 on a school day. School doesn't get out until almost 4. Sure, it's around 65 degrees, but it's so dark and dreary...
I was awesome this morning and ran. The only day I took off was Wednesday, and that was because it was 29 degrees outside. No running in below freezing temps. That exercise induced asthma can suck it. I'm not tempting fate.
The short was awesome this morning just because he can be.
I have nothing to say that's even remotely profound. I'm glad I took today off, though; I was getting too grumpy with the kids. I needed to be a slacker. So why do I feel out of whack? Must be because I'm off my schedule.
More storms, please...
2 other thoughts:
do not wish for rain. don't do it. i can't let you.
I do not wish for rain for you. I wish you would have many sunny days. A nice storm I will wish for me, but it's more about the thunder and lightning that the downpour.
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