another 3 inches of snow fell. Now, not only do I have sick children, but I have acquired the plague myself. What does being sick have to do with snow? I’ve got meds for everyone BUT me. And with 4 inches of snow on the ground, I can’t get to the store……at least, not til they plow the hill. I would bitch about the intelligence level of the planners who built the road, BUT!!! It’s been there like that since day 1. There’s photographic evidence around here somewhere, but I ain’t gonna find it. Too busy blowing my nose.
I have noticed a lot of political talk in the blogosphere, and wanted to weigh in with my 0.02. You won’t hear me talking about the election. It’s not that I don’t have opinions, BELIEVE me, I do. But, you see, I got burned rather badly at the last election. “How is this possible?” you may ask. Well, it’s rather simple. At the time, I was living in Palm Beach County. Florida. Home of the Hanging Chad and other miscellany. I saw the election volunteers taking write-in ballots to the rest homes to get the vote of people who have a hard time remembering their own name (NOTE: this is a slam of the election volunteers, not the old folks). I listened ad infinitum to the news stories about the ballots, and actually saw some pretty interesting TV interview/exit polls. A few of them actually had that look of uncertainty flashing into realization right there on your local news channel. I listened ad nauseaum to the lame-assed jokes the rest of the world was making about the election, realizing that sarcasm or not, most of it was rather close to the truth.
So, you won’t find me talking about the election. At least, not yet.