I wondered if I’d still have things to talk about now that this National Blog Posting Month is over. Janie is likely praying for me to keep this up because she’s just enjoyed her first full month of uninterrupted sleep in nearly six years because I’ve saved up every last bit of miscellaneous information for you, Internets! Tonight, however, I plan on resuming my pattern of waking her up when I need to know something really important, like “I wonder if they put gluten in Snickers.” (They do not)
This is not to say that I’m done posting until next November. As a matter of fact, I just signed up for Holidailies for some stupid reason. It’s sort of like when I walked the Breast Cancer 3-Day this September and then signed up to do it again next year. Why? Because I’m insane.
Janie and I are watching too many videos this weekend, all of which are dark and depressing and make me want to shake my fist at certain groups of people. The Magdalene Sisters makes me want to beat up some Catholic nuns, which probably reserves a special place in Hell for me. Let’s be serious, though. I already pre-paid by spending eight years in a Catholic grade school. Later we’re going to watch No End In Sight which will make me want to shake my fist at George W., but since I’ve been shaking it at him for years, I’ll only need to shake it faster.
Earlier, Janie and I put on many layers of clothing and ventured out into the cold and snow. We wandered over to a dog park to watch other people who are lucky enough to have dogs instead of three very bad cats. We met several dogs, our favorite of which was Leroy:
Leroy likes snow, barking, his mother, other dogs and barking. He is fiercely loyal and does not need a leash. He will not let you pet him.
We were supposed to be on our way to a party, but it’s hard to get around in the snow and possible ice and we have a strong will to live and not be crashed and crumpled. So we will curl up on the couch and shake our fists at whomever deserves it. I mean you, George W!