I am so glad I have nowhere to go. Saturdays are meant for sloth anyway (at least in my book) and today Mom is setting the appropriate mood with massive rain and wind. I can remain in my grub clothes, nestled inside looking out at the yuck, thankful that it is water that cascades into growing tidal pools in the backyard as opposed to its frozen cousin of which I have had more than my share this season.
Did I say rain? The frogs have broken out the jet-skis and are performing stunts in the temporary lake outside the fence. Did I say wind? Dor-THEEEEEEEEEEE. Shit that sounded like a tree limb hitting the house. The lights are still shining even though there have been flickering suggestions of power lines gone AWOL.
The perfect day to read, write, eat, sleep, rinse, repeat. Just knowing I have nowhere to go is a beautiful thing. Did I mention that I have no reason to leave the house? Even the dog has little desire herself to venture out and appears content to recline sofa-bound with all four legs crossed rather than experience storm squatting.
<<——-Speaking of retarded things people do, am I the only one getting fed up with these cutesy “party” groups? The Tea Party, The Coffee Party….each with their own pathetic self-involved axe to grind? You know what party I would join? The Jack Daniels Party. That’s where anyone who wants to hangs out at a local bar all weekend eating sudden heart-attack bar food, getting good and wasted, listening to a great bar band and just generally having a good time as a way to deal with their wage-slave jobs, put some food on the table, pay the rent and hopefully dodge all the horse shit that comes their way from all directions Monday through Friday.
Make mine a double….