Tuesday, February 02, 2010

Damn You Punxsutawney Phil, Damn You

Hey, hey! Remember when I promised you that my annual This Weather Sucks I Am So Tired of Winter post would be coming soon? Here it is! I know; you feel so lucky.

Anywaaay, the weather isn’t too bad currently but, that damn rodent in Pennsylvania saw his shadow this morning, predicting an additional six weeks of winter. That’s just marvelous, Phil! Thanks so much for that; I bet we have snow before the week is out.

Ooh, hey! I bet we have snow on Sunday when I have to get up at the ass-crack of dawn to drive The Teenager to Neighboring City for volleyball because, in case you missed yesterday’s point; Mother Nature has a sense of humor. And, she’s a bitch.

On a less depressing topic, The Teenager and I are going to her Freshman Orientation this evening.

Ok, I lied, not less depressing.

Hugh won’t be attending the meeting with us because he will be busy corralling eight billion pee wee wrestlers in the school’s mini-gym at our first practice of the season. I’m really torn up about missing that (cough-sarcasm-cough) but, my duty is to my first-born this evening.

Speaking of duties, the president of our youth baseball association called last night to remind me that we have to start planning for this year’s baseball season. I don’t know how to tell him that I have decided to resign from my position as secretary of the Board but, I’m certain I’ll come up with something.

Perhaps a Dear John letter would be appropriate.

It’s not that I don’t enjoy participating on the Board; it’s just that I have a very limited amount of free time and I’m trying to be more selective in how I spend it. Plus, the nominating committee for my women’s service club just asked me to run for second Vice President and, while my modus operandi for the past two elections in which I have run for office was to find out whom I was running against and then to campaign for them; this time I’m thinking about actually trying to win and; a girl can only do so much at one time.

(This is exactly what I should put in that Dear John letter.)

Or, I could crawl into Phil’s burrow and ignore the world for six more weeks.

Ha! If only that were an option.

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