I’m having a lot of trouble getting myself started today. Did laundry, cleaned the kitchen, passed some time with the neighbors. OK, so do I have to drive up to the lawyer’s office so he can check out the mortgage commitment papers, and drop off the saturated saxophone for repairs, but I really do need to get off my behind and pack. Oh, well, I’ll probably get frenzied and do it pretty soon. And I’ll be giving the lizard and her terrarium away, so that kind of counts as packing, right?
When I started fiddling around with the camera on my phone (sometimes things that do too many things are worse than things that do only one thing. . .) a woman came from the far end of the parking lot, crossing traffic going into the lot, brought her cart all the way up to the store, and left it (it’s the one in the middle.) What the heck is wrong with people that they go all the way up to where the carts are stored, and then leave them NEAR the other carts? How much more effort does it take to push the cart in? I’m really curious as to what is going on in these people’s minds. If anyone out there has a clue, let me know, because I sure can’t figure it out.
Ok, if you want to lose faith in humanity, start checking your site meter for referrerals. “Child thong”? “I came on alison’s face”? Ewwwwwwww! Yuck! It’s like I need to swab the site with rubbing alcohol. Blech. You people need a separate domain suffix, for sure.