Daylight saving time, it is now 12:08 PM, on a Sunday, March 8th and as I look outside, it is snowing like a bastard.
Now it has quit.
We get some goofy weather around here this time of year.
Last night I had to make another beer run and I went out and my truck was covered in frozen rain pellets.
I remember last year, late May, it hailed two solid inches and then snowed.
I couldn't get my garden in until June.
It will probably be the same this year.
I just want to get into my place and get busy.
Twenty odd days, the folks should be heading this way.
I am glad they get to take some time off, they sure as hell deserve it and they enjoy it immensely.
Nice and sunny with warm temperatures where they are at, it sure as hell isn't snowing.
I have a lot to do and right now none of it is getting done.
Oh well, patience, soon enough I will be getting with the program again.
I see in the news that the financial catastrophe is right on schedule, now any pensions I was looking forward too are going to go up in smoke.
Fuckers.
I have to take Gram down to get a prescription filled sometime today, no hurry, just some nose drops.
In the mean time I think I will do some laundry and kind of pick up a little.
Gotta change the cat box again, that is always a good gagging.
Stupid cats, ya let 'em outside and they sit in front of the sliding glass door with their little legs crossed until ya open it up and then they hightail it into the bathroom to use the litter box.
Something is wrong with this picture.
Update:
Speaking of cats, that little fucker Baby is bored but won't go outside, go figure.
She has been tormenting the other cats, sharpening her claws on my mothers furniture, (A BIG no no) and generally being a nuisance.
She has jumped up on me three fucking times already and I finally had it.
I gave her a good flying lesson and then drilled her ass with my baseball cap at a dead run from eight feet away, while sitting down.
I think she went into the bedroom to sulk.
Anybody that tells you that you can't train a cat needs to see my baseball cap throwing abilities.
All I have to do is move my hand towards my forehead and that little shit is peeling out.
She
HATES "The Hat".
Update Two:
Sigh.
Stupid cat.
Not two minutes later, here she comes again, whining,"I'm BORED"!
I coaxed her ass over and snatched her up and threw her ass outside, where she currently sits, staring into the sliding glass door, with her back legs crossed.