The arrival of Wednesday happens quickly when we have Monday off. The icebox weather is moving through as the next few days will reach the twenties.
Icebox…. “Can you grab me a bottle of Old Style out of the icebox please?”
There are still a few of us around that occasionally call the fridge an icebox. There are even more people around that call the freezer section the icebox. They differentiate the icebox section from the refrigerator section.
Anyway…. The artic blast is subsiding.
My long johns are happy for the warmer temperatures returning to Chicagoland. The poor bastards should have realized when they were sitting on a shelf at the Big and Tall store that a thigh gap was never in the future.
That is why you’ll never see me wearing corduroy pants. You can hear me walking down the street from a block away. I can’t even think of an onomatopoeia for the sound of corduroy rubbing between my hip hop thighs.
Anyway… it’s already Wednesday.
Soon it will be Six Nations, then Mardi Gras, then Saint Patrick’s and then Opening Day.
In the middle of all that we move the clocks forward in about a month and a half.
Go kick Wednesday in the ass and be nice to people.
Even if it’s a privileged person blocking the sidewalk because she is entitled to…
I was very nice yesterday when I rebuilt her backside, but that is a story for another chalkboard…
Play nice and share your toys….
