Heat and trashy girls
It's been hot here the last few days. I'm not a hot-weather-loving type of person. There's nothing worse than being too hot. I wouldn't be as grumpy about it if the following items were not the case:
1. This past winter was terrible in the sense that we didn't get very much snow. It also didn't seem as cold, but that could be because we didn't get much snow.
2. It seems like it's warmer earlier than usual, which apparently is true since farmers are saying the corn is a full week ahead of schedule. One of the perks of global warming? I liked my climate the way it was, thankyouverymuch.
3. I still haven't lost all of my pregnancy weight, so as I walk by the cute college girls in their tiny skirts, I feel like a heifer. *snort-snort*
Speaking of college girls, I screamed at a couple of them today, but I don't think they heard me. Dave and I were walking towards our house when two girls stopped by our trash cans and started throwing something out. They were there for a while, long enough to me to be filled with rage at these girls who have the audacity to use our innocent trash cans as receptacles for whatever junk they needed to shed themselves of. It's small things like that that really fill me with rage. I'm serious. I yelled at them from down the street not to throw their trash in our cans but I don't think they heard me, although Dave swears otherwise. You should probably feel very sorry for Dave for having to put up with me. When we got to our house, I looked in our trash can and there was a bandaid stuck inside. What I really wanted to do was put on rubber gloves, take the bandaid, hunt them down, and throw it at them all the while yelling "You left your biological waste in my garbage can and I thought you might like it back!" but I didn't. Instead I went to the neighbor's house and complimented them on their front door which they just painted red. It looks really good! Obviously being a mom has made me a more mature person.
Earlier this week I read an article on CNN that said a ridiculously high percentage of kids couldn't point to Louisiana on a map, much less foreign countries. I find that really depressing. Never mind the fact that I was late catching a joke in the Dukes of Hazzard last night because I didn't know where Beijing was, but then again, neither did Bo apparently so that makes me feel better; at least I knew it wasn't in Japan. I've taken certain steps to ensure that Henry is not one of those kids: I got him a Hugg-A-Planet. Anyone know why there are two "g"'s in "hugg"?