Of course he wants to trade! Hell, I want to trade!

I kid you not. I took the Eenas in for dental cleanings last week. After the dental torture, the receptionist (a friend of my pal Anne's) comes in with pie charts, bar graphs and rubber chicken graphs depicting the number of sunny days in TC in 2005 VS the number of sunny days in TC in 2001.

Talk about a painful visit to the dental office. Next time I'm taking a Valium AND asking for Happy Gas!

At least you got the cruise this winter, right?

 

Roaches the size of cats would make for a hellafine litterbox odor. You need a pet gecko.

Crunch crunch crunch.

 

For years, I've told myself that I really like the change of seasons, and thats why I stay in Michigan. I'm such a liar. I hear where you're coming from jamoker but I gotta say I feel like the cold is something that carries over from year to year...like personal days at work, and I think I've accrued a few too many. If perfect weather in January is a violation of gods law, then I must be the one who did something wrong.

Guess I'll be doing the stop drop and roll in Hell but at least I'll finally be warm and well lit.

 

Jonathan...I am so stuck in seasonal depression right now. I'm with ya. At least with cat-sized roaches, one could vent some frustration (and get a little exercise?) by smooshing the bastards.
Of course, if there are a lot of them, I'd be quite freaked out. I don't like roaches.
I would so get a gecko. Probably have to be the size of a pitbull, however. Everything's big in Texas. How about an armadillo? Those are cool.
Anyhow...it was a little warmer today, but still grey. I hate the grey. I hate that my emotions are so dependent upon the weather.
I pretend that a warmer sunnier place would mean I would become the world's most positive person.
Maybe I just need someone to put me under during the winter months. Wake me when it's mushroom season.