Everyone hates freezing rain, so it’s pointless to go on some kind of rant about it. It’s rain that freezes when it hits the ground, and makes everything dangerous, and generally puts me in a terrible mood, although I admit that’s not hard to do.
Sitting at my office an hour ago, I get a call from the front desk asking me to move my car, my first thought was did they fire me? After I eliminated that option, I walked towards the front window and saw an SUV that looked like it was on top of my car. The expletives fired through my brain and just as they were making their way through my vocal chords I saw that the SUV had slid and come literally and inch from my car.
The husband of the couple was out examining, while the wife sat in the passenger’s seat horrified. I gave her the the thumbs up as if to say hey, close obviously counts in horse shoes, hand grenades and cars sliding into one another. No harm, no foul.
So as you can see, my day almost got even worse, but I’ve got to think that maybe I am in for a stretch of good luck. Take a look at these pics and you’ll see why.
This week on Veteran’s day I took two of my daughters to go run some errands with me. While at lunch Rachael asked, “Daddy, what is Veteran’s day”? She only asked that question after I assured her that the school had no prior knowledge of the rain that would fall all day and they did not cancel school preemptively, which she was pretty sure they did. 
Nothing anymore is about results or actually living what you speak. Mother Teresa was honored because she lived her life for the poor, not because she talked about it in an eloquent fashion.
But Miley, thanks for reminding me that even though we are all working jobs we’re underpaid for (if we can even keep them), without health care, in debt to corporate America, and getting fatter and unhealthier by the second, that the Britney song is on, yeah the Britney song is on. I feel so much better Miley. Yeah, yeah, there’s a Party in the U.S.A.
Why is my seat so uncomfortable now? I blink and realize I am sitting in one of those lawn chairs surrounded by the best and worst bodies in Hollywood. Wow, Britney really is developing cellulite. I’m back wherever it is that I am, I scratch my head knowing deep down there was a reason I came in here. Maybe it has to do with this stuff in my hands. I feel so distracted. Why would I have bread and milk in a basket? What does that have to do with celebrity cellulite and gift cards? This strange, amazing place is making me angry now, I can’t place the rage, but something feels off. I better pay for these items I think, so I get in line. There are 15 people with exactly 14 items. Wait, that lady has a six-pack of beer, so she actually has more than 15 items, or does she?
I drink your… Root Beer!
I love my son very much and he’s always been the star of his own show, at least in his own mind. He has a new schtick now. He does his own bobblehead impression.
Also, Jaden gives an oscar-worthy performance. I drink YOUR ROOT BEER!
Happy birthday Jaden! I love you!