Right? It's Wednesday?
I've gotten four different spam messages from four different people (actual contacts of mine) in the last day. Way to go, you go-getters, you! Now if you could only devote as much attention to, say, world hunger as you do to trying to get people to buy Viagra from your website, all would be good in this world.
I have a robot background on my e-mail and it changes sometimes (pretty sporadically) and today, the robot is watering plants. I keep trying to tell him that it's freaking snowing outside and watering the plants should be the least of his worries (what with surface rust and squeaky joints and all that) but he pays no attention to me. Jerk.
Right now, I'm eating a black bottom super chunk Craver's cookie with a Sunny D. Talk about breakfast of champions!
We went to Texas Roadhouse last night for a friend's birthday and ended up getting into a peanut fight. Six buckets of peanuts and more than a few handfuls were thrown in the period of a few minutes. Pretty sure we can't go back there for awhile.
I'm not ready for it to be cold, and definitely not ready for it to snow. Ugh. Can someone please make it stop? Please? With whipped cream or frosting and a fruit of your choosing on top? (Some people don't like cherries, alright?)