I wanna know, have you ever seen rain...and suburb drivers?

Due to our dryer being out and our landlord not responding (in the true fashion of someone who cares about their tenants) that we have to dry our clothes at the laundry mat. I’m not a snob. I have done it many times in my life including doing regular laundry in the laundry mat for not having the equipment etc: that’s not the point. The point is he is scraping to save a little dough and its not affecting his laundry so what doe it matter. Schmuck I say.


Regardless, we make our way to the “Tan and Wash”. Yes, an idea I had is a realization here and I see that it does not garner the revenue I thought it would, however, they don’t have the coffee bar, the used book store, or the location needed to support such an idea.

We headed down the road and pass by one of the many houses we see on that route on a usually day: I see the Ford 150 extended cab that I always covet. It is a 1997 model like mine was except it is green instead of red. I miss that truck and he obviously adores his as much as I did mine because he still has it and it is in good condition and driven lovingly. Also, two houses down is a house that likes to decorate for the different holidays using the “bbb bbboy bb bboy friend.” I HATE BTR! Right in the middle of my writing that crap busts in with no creativity and Snoop dog selling out like he likes this song or cares for these suburban white boys. Please! I don’t know he actually might. Back to my story…

The next house decorates for most every holiday that there is a decoration available. I have no problems with that and they often decorate festively and nicely. They mostly use the blow up type of decoration and still have their Christmas decorations up. It’s a month from spring and near Easter yet Santa and his elves and other forms of Santa are lying all over the yard still. And, the worse is that since the blizzard of 2011, they have all been under 22 inches of snow. It has recently rained, warmed up and the snow is mostly gone. The only thing left is the carnage of the holiday assassins who have obviously paid a visit. They are strewn about as if a drive-by has occurred and the police haven’t arrived and chalk lined the bodies yet. It is truly worrisome looking. Almost as if they planned the hit even.

The only other real occurrences on the weekend are the over aggressive Yankee Candle Associates who accost us as we enter as bad as the Sacks Fifth Avenue perfume sprayers. The only worse aggressors would be time share sellers but that is excusable of course. I mean the store is pretty small anyway, there are two of you and only one of us as a customer couple, once one person has hit us up and tried to assault us with the specials and sell us a candle sniffer, our decision is pretty much done, reassurance is not required any longer.

The usual moronic teen-age driver driving too fast and oblivious to the rest of the world in the worst possible conditions imaginable, weaving in and out of traffic to get one car length ahead of my slow old ass only to find they are sitting next to me at the traffic light and have already forgot that I am the one they passed to get to he same place I am using more gas, driving faster and unsafely. Youth. Yes I know that was a long badly written sentence followed by a fragment but guess what? It’s my blog and I got the emotion conveyed. Look for Oliver Twist if you want perfect grammar.

I’m having my coffee late in the day and have already mentally moved to Woodstock with my truck already fixed and don’t really care for this area much anymore other than Sonic. I need my back porch sunrise with some toast, jam, oats and coffee. How very nice that will be.

All righty, bored everyone enough. Time to take care o the little girl and read the paper.

XO ILY YM