So aside from waking up at 5:30 and thinking it was 6:30 and thinking SEIZE THE DAY MOTHERF*CKER and then thinking AW F*CK IT, IT'S MONDAY AND WHAT'S THAT RAIN SOUND? and now wondering why with the all caps, today is starting off splendidly.
Did we mention we think Mother Nature will end the world by 2010? It's f*cking January and we drove through a rainstorm, in January, this morning. Where's the white stuff? Where are the niveous conditions? Did we mention it's January?
Normally, we have a sense of humor about Monday morning things, like when we order a coffee at the Dunkin' Donuts and the nice li'l lady behind the counter asks us three times if we want a muffin.
Li'l Lady, if we wanted a muffin, well, you know where this is going.
We won't even riff on the CD skipping this morning. We were all fired up about the mix we made for turning 31 (not anytime soon, it's at least months, well, month, away). The only songs that wouldn't skip were Into the Mystic, It's a Mistake and anything Dead-related. So that's good, right?
We really wanted dreary, though. Like Smashing Pumpkins and Death Cab dreary. It's probably good, though, that we got Good Times Around the Bend not dreary. Huh. You really do have to get to the bottom if you want to climb to the top again. Music reminders help.
And don't even get us started on the Kobe. We'd ask if he had any assists, but then we realized his starting five is like our high school team, so we forgive him for not passing to scrubs.
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Today was a day to curl up in bed in flannel jammies and watch movies.
They should have "yucky" paid days off in addition to vaction, personal, and sick days.
And don't whine about turning 31 or I'll bring my turning 33 year old ass over there and smack ya. *w*
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