March 23, 2005
The stars don't know diddly-squat ---
My horrorscope did not say I'd be running around like a chicken with its head cut off in a mad desperate search for my glasses for over an hour with no success. Well, now that you know what kind of a day today is turning out the be, I'll leave you to whatever it is you were doing, and I'll go back to what I was doing. Now where did I leave those infernal glasses?
PS - I did check the freezer and they were not in there -- this time.
[UPDATE: Glasses successfully located near where expected to be, however, had been accidentally knocked off the table upon which I had placed them and bounced sufficiently high enough to have become lodged in a box of bric-a-brac, a few feet away along the wall. I won't be committing suicide,* after all.
*I have places that I desperately have to be. Attempting to navigate a large Lincoln Town Car along two-lane highways filled with inattentive elderly blue-haired ladies and crazed youngsters with cell phones pressed against their ear with anything less than clear vision is tantamount to taking one's life in one's own hands without much chance of survival ... hence committing suicide.]
Posted by Tiger at March 23, 2005 09:41 AM | TrackBackI, for one, hate leaning hunched forward with eyes squinted and radio turned down low just because I couldn't find my glasses.
Posted by: John at March 23, 2005 05:21 PM