When I looked out the window at the snow last week, one thought went through my mind. “What is wrong with you people?”
Not you. Well, unless you’re someone who runs to the store in a panic, can’t drive in the snow and can do nothing but complain about the crews trying to clear the snow from the roads.
My wife and I have had an ongoing fight all winter. Don’t worry, this fight won’t involve the police or restraining orders or anyone throwing anything. Well, that is unless I throw some of my belongings on a fire in the middle of the living room.
We’re fighting over control of the thermostat.
Later this week, millions of Americans will lose a few hours of their life forever. I wish I could stop it, but they don’t know any better. They will watch “American Idol.”
I honestly don’t understand why this phenomenon has continued so long. What tragedy has forced us to resort to a karaoke contest to find entertainers?
I did a little shopping after Christmas. I enjoy a bargain just like anyone else, so I wanted to see what I could get on the cheap. I made out OK. I got a DVD (the first season of “Arrested Development”), two pairs of pants and two pairs of shoes.
All told, I spent about $120. I generally would not like to part with that much money for clothes, but the sales helped me pry open my wallet.
Thank goodness I’m not a trendy woman.
When we returned to my sister’s house last week after my niece’s wedding, the babysitters let out a sigh of relief.
“Our tour of duty is over,” one exclaimed, half-jokingly.
My niece had the great idea to have a special reception for all her younger cousins while the oldsters danced the night away in downtown Baltimore. The idea was great for everyone except the one adult and two teenagers who had to watch 10 kids between the ages of 2 and 11.