I was going to put on some pictures of the Sweet Peas that are blooming today in the garden, but it's high noon, and the light is not kind for photography. I tried. Got yucky results. I will wait till this evening to hopefully get some nicer pictures.
In the meantime, I'm in an inventory mode. Not sure why. Just am.
I have been making lists of things to do, lists of things to remember, lists of things to take note of and lists of things to shop for.
Though the shopping part is getting a little worrisome. I don't know about you, but it seems like prices are going up. Or staying up as the case may be. Even though the stores I went to today were pretty.... shall we say, quiet? Seems like lowering prices would tempt us to let the death grip on our coin purses loosen up a tad. But what do I know? I'll let The Great and Powerful Obama worry about those big scary problems.
(I thought you promised me you weren't going to get snarky today.)
What? I'm just saying that the Great and Powerful Wizard of Ob probably has a handle on things and I shouldn't worry too much. Right? Though it hardly seems fair that when he wants more money, he gets to tell the Treasury department to print him up a few thousand pallets of the stuff. We, on the other hand have to work for ours. That is if we still have a jobs.
But I shouldn't worry my little head about those things right? Smile and nod. Smile and nod.
(You really do have on your cranky pants today don't you?)
That's cranky skirt to you, dillweed.
(Okay okay. Are you finished?)
Yes.
(Fine.)
For now.
(Smile and nod. Smile and nod.)
Don't mock me. I know where you keep your grammar stash.
(You wouldn't dare.....)
Try me.
In the meantime, I'm in an inventory mode. Not sure why. Just am.
I have been making lists of things to do, lists of things to remember, lists of things to take note of and lists of things to shop for.
Though the shopping part is getting a little worrisome. I don't know about you, but it seems like prices are going up. Or staying up as the case may be. Even though the stores I went to today were pretty.... shall we say, quiet? Seems like lowering prices would tempt us to let the death grip on our coin purses loosen up a tad. But what do I know? I'll let The Great and Powerful Obama worry about those big scary problems.
(I thought you promised me you weren't going to get snarky today.)
What? I'm just saying that the Great and Powerful Wizard of Ob probably has a handle on things and I shouldn't worry too much. Right? Though it hardly seems fair that when he wants more money, he gets to tell the Treasury department to print him up a few thousand pallets of the stuff. We, on the other hand have to work for ours. That is if we still have a jobs.
But I shouldn't worry my little head about those things right? Smile and nod. Smile and nod.
(You really do have on your cranky pants today don't you?)
That's cranky skirt to you, dillweed.
(Okay okay. Are you finished?)
Yes.
(Fine.)
For now.
(Smile and nod. Smile and nod.)
Don't mock me. I know where you keep your grammar stash.
(You wouldn't dare.....)
Try me.