This pretty much sums it up. A/C works. Life is good. My brain is no longer about to implode, and I've gone a whole 36 hours without a rant. Unbelievable.
Unfortunately (for you - my
voyeuristic loyal readers,) my angst fuels my blogs. So this will be short and sweet.
I have so much more to tell, but for now, I have other pleasant pursuits. In case you care, what's trending in my cranium is as follows: bald nudism as the cure for global warming; how foxes must be a dog/cat hybrid; dogs who prefer dead voles, dog vomit and cat poop to premium, organic, expensive puppy chow; whether it's incestuous to have a romantic relationship with someone who must be a twin separated at birth or a reincarnation of one's self (which is why I find him irresistable.) Whether I should be worried about The Daddler because he forgot how to change the TV volume on the cable remote control - those damn TIAs - such a nuisance.
Or if I should spend the proceeds from my pending refi on "Tickle Lipo" to suck out the huge flap of fat I've been left with after having three "bikini" cuts to remove large masses from my abdomen (an 8lb 13oz baby, a grapefruit-sized ball of mucous, and a useless uterus.) Bikini cut, huh? As in, you'll never wear a bikini again. Why don't they call it a natural chastity belt?
Wow. And I said I wouldn't rant.
On that note, I'm gonna go.