I'm beginning to believe that this here blog is a complete waste of time. And there's no point. I don't have a problem with the no-point part -- I actually like that part -- it's just the waste-of-time and no-point part together. I think I might be done. Which is a bummer. 'Cause, like, I just purchased -- yes, paid for, in the land of free internet apps -- Marsedit.
This is most definitely the PMS avenger talking, who, bless-her-heart, is a little pissed that she's worked 50+ hour weeks, with no day off since the middle of January, and can't ski today, and can't even uphill ski today, and prolly won't be able to ski tomorrow (just like last Saturday's ski turned out to be a bust), who also hasn't been to yoga in almost two weeks, and hasn't had a date with Spouse in a month, and gave away her last jar of Nutella, and somehow cannot stuff enough food into her yap to feel satisfied.
That same PMS Avenger wants to take the Yahoos out of school for some sort of play, like snow-shoeing and a movie, but feels that Winder won't be my friend if I do. But never-the-mind because I gave the Yahoos the option to skip school for play and they said they'd rather go to school. I suppose that going to school is better than snow-shoeing with the PMS Avenger.
"But Yahoos! We can fight crime! And eat chocolate til we puke! And wrestle the bad-guy hormones! And bark at trees for no reason! And scowl at everything, including the air! It'll be great!"
I don't get why they turned me down.
The PMS Avenger has been on vacation for a while. But she's back, oh how she is back. Happy frickin' Friday. Hope you're working as hard as I am!!!!! did manage a 10-mile Suncrest jaunt and lunch with Tebbie yesterday, so things aren't all bad. But don't say, "At least you have your health." Cause know what? PMS ain't healthy. It just aint.
(Am I done with this blog? Who knows. We'll see what happens when the PMS Avenger takes her monthly two-week break. You know what I just learned in my glass-is-half-assed-full mood? That I get to have this PMS Avenger around for HALF OF MY LIFE.)