Wednesday, February 13, 2008


It came with plenty of warning.
And the world turned white.
And the wind blew.
And the snow drifted.

And the people lost their minds.
The end.

Today would have been a good day to hunker down with a cup of cocoa, light the fire, and play scrabble until dinner.

Today would have been a good day to sit and listen to some music on the stereo, and read the books that arrived in the mail the other day: DUMA KEY by Stephen King, THE BEAUTIFUL CIGAR GIRL by Daniel Stashower, or even THE CHASE by Clive Cussler. Until dinner.

I've noticed that everything is better when dinner is involved.

If I'm going through a midlife crisis, I would've liked a bit more of the standards; you know, fast car, younger women, etc. Instead, I have a mazda, I am still in love with my wife, and I seem to feel like I'm

I mean, can't I do anything right?
I can't even be a proper jackass.



Kizz said...

Um....practice, practice, practice?

No, that's probably not right.

Misti Ridiculous said...

You are right. EVERYTHING is better with dinner!!!hxec