Score!!!!

It's that very special time of year, folks:

Ice!

Poor Keebler. He's all frozen--covered in snow and ice. Poor, poor Keebler.

This is what an ice covered car looks like from the inside. Don't ask me how long it took me to get inside the car to take the picture. *sigh*

My car looks like it had the sniffles and it froze. I hate when that happens. (the blurry spot on the right side is a frozen rain drop on my lens--I hate when that happens too)

Ice sucks when it falls from the sky. But! I got a day off of work. Yay!

Why part 2

Why is it some people can never answer a simple question with a simple answer? They have to elaborate endlessly about who-what-when-where or why when the question was simply "do you do/like/have/prefer/say "this" OR "that". NO ONE CARES about the history of why you do something! Really! Truly! Or at least I don't.

Why do I continue to read posts by the people who routinely annoy me, especially when I know ahead of time they will annoy me? What is wrong with me? :-)

Why do light bulbs come in flimsy cardboard packaging and batteries come in those hard plastic "impossible to open" containers?

Why was January so freaky warm and February is so freaky FRIGID? I'm dying here. "8" is not a temperature. "8" is an age, "8" is the number of Hersey Kisses you should eat in one sitting. "8" should NEVER EVER be a temperature that I have to wander in and out of to get to work/home/shopping. GEEZ!

Why am I more interested in watching My Name is Earl and the Office than I am in Survivor? I taped Survivor last night and watched Earl and the Office in real time. Never have I done that before. I've always been a huge Survivor fan. This year I'm not excited.

Why am I not surprised Anna Nicole Smith is dead? The real surprise to me is she lasted this long. Poor Anna. RIP girl.

Why?

Why do complete strangers feel the need to talk to me, tell me things I do not care to hear about?

I'm at the dealership yesterday, getting my car's oil changed. I brought a book to read, water to drink, and was settled in a seat in the customer's lounge. Quietly reading my book, this doofus comes into the lounge, and immediately asks me what I did to "break" my car. *sigh* Oil change, I tell him, then I stick my nose right back into my book. Did he pick up on that not-so subtle hint? Nope. He proceeds to tell me all about his past and current car troubles. I try to be polite and nod and look up once in a while during his boring story. Soon (but not soon enough) he exhausted the boring dead battery story so he asks me who I hope wins the Super Bowl. I tell him I don't care who wins, because I really don't. "You don't like football?". Grrrrrr. Yes, I like football, I tell him, I just don't care who wins.

Then he explains to me which two teams are playing (because as a female I certainly wouldn't know) and that the Colts used to play in Baltimore (NO! Really???). At this point I slowly look up from my book give him a look that--I hope--said Shut Up You Idiot Moron And Leave Me Alone So I Can Read My Book.

Thankfully the service manager came in and got him before I searched my purse for something to stab into his heart. I think my fine point Pilot pen would have worked just fine.