Dan, Dan the Weatherman

In the midst of this predicted "bad storm," I decided I'd make myself useful, use a couple brain cells, and to practice my writing (you know, in the event I'm become a writer {hah}.) So here I am, skipping school and thinking this predicted showdown of a thunderstorm might actually happen, people. The poor weathermen here in Huntsville are the butt of jokes because their predictions are always wrong, especially Dan Satterfield. They predict sunny and 70 degrees, but it's really cloudy and 50 degrees. No kidding. Yet, the whole city shuts down for a couple rumbles of thunder, a dark sky, and a few drops of rain. I've lived here 3 years and still don't get how this wacko place works.

I love thunderstorms, which is funny considering when I lived in Georgia I freaked out during them. Not even our silly dog who barked at the thunder would make me feel better. I credit this former phobia of mine to California- I lived there for 4 years and didn't have the slightest clue about what a thunderstorm was. So when mom told me to skip school this afternoon, I gladly agreed because I love thunderstorms and there's no way I can enjoy it in a building full of cinder blocks when I can enjoy in my house that has windows. Oh, and sweatpants are involved in the mix which makes it even better.

If only I had some chocolate that was already baked! Maybe that's what I'll do tonight since Grey's and The Office aren't new (darnit, ER, who cares if it's your finale?) But reading and doing my nails sounds better. Oh, by the way, I have a phone interview with Disney at 9 a.m. Monday. I also should really consider doing my taxes since they're due in 13 days, also. I probably should finish my CIS assignment as well. Dang, I have a to do list. Ratatouille! ♥

Here's a random thought- why do girls think it's cute, sexy, and funny to put their cell phones in between their breasts? To me, it's disgusting and trashy. Man invented this thing called a purse for the very reason of carrying things so you didn't have to multi-task body parts that shouldn't have to be multi-tasked in the first place. But that's just my opinion. It's just gross when I see 1) major cleavage that I don't want to see and 2) there's a cell phone in the mix. Has anyone not heard of this word called classy? Would Audrey Hepburn put her cell phone in her chest? I don't think so... At least use the back pocket in your jeans, ladies. Or men... but I'm not even going to go there. That's another story for another time.

Time to wrap this baby up, time to pay attention to the news... the storm's getting nasty. See ya!

1 comment:

Ashley said...

I love days when you just skip school or work and stay home and enjoy relaxing! The best!