My Wednesday post is late. Neither of my public is miffed — just terribly, terribly disappointed.
It’s been a long ten — no, make that eleven, she’s stuck on standby in Toronto — days without my sweetie. But I assure you, my readers, both of you, I’m ferpectly pine. The weather has been — oh, GAWD, PLEASE don’t talk about the weather! And NO, I do NOT WANT ICE in my ginger ale! I NEVER wanna see ICE AGAIN, EVERRRRRRR!
Well. You see how it is. I feel I have numerous qualifications for discerning the difference between bored and crazy, this week having been a refresher course.
1A. Bored: There’s a break in the w**th*r, so you browse the Dollar Store and return home with half a dozen items.
1B. Crazy: No matter what the w**th*r, you return home with half a dozen items from the Dollar Store for ten consecutive days.
2A. Bored: Although alone, you use up all the wilting veggies in a stew big enough for eight people, and eat it over the course of a week.
2B. Crazy: Your stew for eight makes your stomach bloat, but you eat it all week anyway.
3A. Bored: You spend three days revamping the kitchen pegboards with a fresh coat of paint and more hooks.
3B. Crazy: You replace all of the kitchen utensils onto the pegboard in alphabetical order.
that’s alll ofr now. My Gillian deprivation ahs made it almost impossibble to ytpe.