For the love of fuuuuuudge, will you quit your whining about hating snow. You don't even have to do any of the clean-up work because you're practically a ** Gobble Gobble! BANG! Aaak! ** invalid. And why, if you hate it so much, did you move to ** Gobble Gobble! BANG! Aaak! ** NEW ENGLAND!? And why did you decide to take on the responsibility of caring for two horses* and the enhanced winter-related problems that would ensue, if you knew how ** Gobble Gobble! BANG! Aaak! ** bad the weather can get here!?
fuuuuuudge.
*And since it turned out to be WAY more than you could handle, even with your daughter's help, I now have to do all the most physically demanding ** Gobble Gobble! BANG! Aaak! ** related to keeping things in good order.
fuuuuuudge it all. I actually had four blissful hours this morning of not feeling anxiety, anger, depressio, or any other unpleasant mental baggage. I had a kind of calming mental numbness I haven't felt in years. Then everyone else in this house wakes-up, starts abusing their ability for speach by squawking inanely at each other, and I now would love nothing better than to play pinata with the faces of anyone who gets within three feet of me.
fuuuuuudge, fuuuuuudge, fuuuuuudgeity, ** Gobble Gobble! BANG! Aaak! **, fuuuuuudge.
Message Edited by Feetal on 11-28-2008 10:33 AM