Saturday, April 12, 2008
why me, sun? why me?
Thus begins my cruel dance with nature. Friday morning I woke up–ok, the dog woke me up with her incessant barking–and the sun was shining. I jumped out of bed–ok, the dog was annoying me so damn much, I wanted to put her barking ass outside–and decided to wash the sheets. Nothing I like more than the smell of clean sheets air dried in the sun–except for sex, chocolate, walnuts, pasta, my diamond ring, my car and some of my offspring. I warshed the sheets–as we say here in Western PA–and hung two of them out. Before I could finish the load, I was distracted by the fact that the mailman left my mail in the box and I was 100% POSITIVE my huge check from Publisher’s Clearing House was amongst the bills and various begging letters. I walked up to the mailbox and by the time I walked back–all of two minutes–the sun went in and it started to rain. DAMN YOU, SUN!!