I hate the DaVinci Code. Why on earth is everyone so excited about it? It was a terrible book, with nothing new to say. If I see one more news special about "Decoding DaVinci," or discussing the "New and controversial claims" in that damned book, I'm going to scream! There is absolutely nothing new in that book, and it's dead boring.
Mary officially has a bad skin infection, damn it. Her eczema got out of control, and I ended up spending 70 dollars on various prescription creams to try to solve the problem today.
The Grey's Anatomy season finale was last night. Now what am I going to do Sunday Evenings? How will I survive without my weekly sob-fest?
Moustapha may not be home this week. Crap. Crap crap crap.
Dooce was discussing the different ways of saying the word Crayon (cray-on vs. cran vs. crown) on her blog, and it got me thinking. I know that I say some things differently (correctly). I say cray-on, but I also say yaw-gurt as opposed to yow-gurt, to-mah-to as opposed to to-may-to, priv-acy, as opposed to preye-vacy, krik instead of creek (which I admit may be a Saskatchewanism). My crazy east coast husband says all sorts of things wrong. For example he says tore instead of tou-er, and Kahrrr instead of car.
They ripped up the sidewalk in front of my house, put up "Sidewalk Closed" signs, and seem to have abandoned the job. The guys have not been back yet since Thursday morning. What's up with that?
My character for the Tuesday night D&D game died (not really, but because of a stupid decision on my part is out of the game). I had to make a new character. I hate making characters with a hot hot heat. And no character is going to be as cool as a halfling bard named Dewberry Tealeaf.
A cat, not mine, disemboweled a bird, and left the remains on my front step. Again, what's up with that?