Are You Kidding Me?
I am trying to get into bed but I am so morose right now, I can not possibly sleep. I have just glanced out my window and what do you know? SNOW! I am not shoveling that crap! I am not wearing boots! I am not tiptoeing so the hem of my pants aren’t soaking wet all day! I AM NOT, I AM NOT, I AM NOT!
Surely God knows how tortured I am by all of this cold, frigid, whiteness that continues to surround me. My spirits need a real lift. I am seriously considering a bank heist to fund myself a long weekend trip to the Bahamas.
I can see it now…sun, warm and soothing on a white sandy beach and me as I just rest and relax and read a novel and don’t fix anyone dinner or try to find matching socks for anyone or argue with anyone regarding their bill or try to decipher any physicians scribbles or poor over surigical reports searching for the accurate codes. Just me and the sun enjoying the quiet, lullaby of the crashing waves.
Soon, soon it will be summer! Soon, I hope. God will send warm sunny days to Michigan and I can once again become a member of the living as opposed to the stir-crazy Jack Nicholson in The Shining type of person. All I know is if I hear Red or Hively say Red Rum to me even once, the bank heist is going to become a reality because I may be crazy but I am definately not too crazy to know that I am.
