Tease This

The last thing I needed today was a snow day tease. If you say it's going to snow, it better fecking snow.

I had visions of the city being closed for the day and me making soup in my kitchen, walking my dog, and watching more tv because I don't think the 17 hours (approximately) of my life that I gave to The Box this week was enough. At least I'll have the warm and fuzzy memory of Simon Cowell telling everyone just how fat they are while lying on my deathbed. That's a comfort.

I'm just pissy, is all.

Instead of dwelling on what I don't have, I should consider the fact that it is Friday, and that I have two days of breakfasts and dinners with friends and books to read all before me. That if I'm my typical party girl Friday night self and clean the house this evening, I will have nothing hanging over me for the next couple of days and how great is that. Really great, I tell you.

So, as I compose hate mail to the local weather people, I will keep in mind that it could be worse. It could be Monday, a snowless Monday. Shudder and gasp.