Where's Queenie?
So I didn't have the time to write to y'all this morning because I was frantically trying to catch an 8:29 train to outer Mongolia, also known as New Jersey, in the middle of a blizzard. Okay, blizzard may be a slight exaggeration, but there was snow and my suede shoes are ruined. Why was a wearing suede shoes in the snow? Excellent question...because I had to schlep it out to the ends of the earth for some work meeting and nobody told me it was gonna snow all day on March freakin' 7th!
So I was a little blind-sided by the weather and nearly lost a toe or three to frostbite, as I hobbled into a Panera Bread to rub my feet with the hottest cup of tea on the face of the earth. Why is it that hot water in restaurants is always scalding? I mean, you can't actually consume the (undoubtedly overpriced) beverage for so long you've forgotten you even wanted it!
All that to say...today was freakin cold and I would have much rather been writin' y'all my tales of weather woe from inside a toasty office building, rather than braving the elements on a train platform.
As for the rest of the week, I'm off, at an ungodly hour, to lands unknown- but I'll give you a hint: it's the city of pricks... from the phallic monument in the center to the little ones runnin' around the House of Representatives. Ha! That's right folks, our nation's capitol, Washington, D.C. Y'all like how I make those little political jabs as if I give a damn. That's what too many episodes of The West Wing will do to ya. I would seriously elect Martin Sheen in second, but in light of the fact that no one in politics is actually that witty, intelligent or morally guided, I choose to stay out of it as much as possible.
So y'all have a great weekend and I shall return on Monday, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed as always, ready to regale you with tales of my travels.
So I was a little blind-sided by the weather and nearly lost a toe or three to frostbite, as I hobbled into a Panera Bread to rub my feet with the hottest cup of tea on the face of the earth. Why is it that hot water in restaurants is always scalding? I mean, you can't actually consume the (undoubtedly overpriced) beverage for so long you've forgotten you even wanted it!
All that to say...today was freakin cold and I would have much rather been writin' y'all my tales of weather woe from inside a toasty office building, rather than braving the elements on a train platform.
As for the rest of the week, I'm off, at an ungodly hour, to lands unknown- but I'll give you a hint: it's the city of pricks... from the phallic monument in the center to the little ones runnin' around the House of Representatives. Ha! That's right folks, our nation's capitol, Washington, D.C. Y'all like how I make those little political jabs as if I give a damn. That's what too many episodes of The West Wing will do to ya. I would seriously elect Martin Sheen in second, but in light of the fact that no one in politics is actually that witty, intelligent or morally guided, I choose to stay out of it as much as possible.
So y'all have a great weekend and I shall return on Monday, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed as always, ready to regale you with tales of my travels.
2 Comments:
As I begin to glisten in shorts and flip flops while relaxing out side on the screened in porch I wonder about the intelligents of a certain southern girl so for from home.
Don't listen to queen mum, its actually cold here. i mean, its like 55. freezing.
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