Catching Up

Well, here we go again.

I was knocked flat by the strangest cold/flu I’ve had in a long time. Sure hope it’s not a case of bird / cat / skunk flu or something like that. Whatever it was, it wasn’t much fun. Fortunately, I’m on the mend, and soon I’ll be back to my usual snarky self.

This, on top of 18 inches of snow last Monday/Tuesday, it was a pretty short week around work. Which is okay. This is my last week of peace and quiet – my manager Skippy Whitebread returns from his military leave / janitor school next Monday, so I’m trying to enjoy the non-nagging while I can. He’ll have 7 weeks of anxiety stored up when he returns, so next Monday is gonna suck big time. I'll have to be sure to bring an extra AC/DC CD to lisen to really loud while he's having his 9:00 AM spaz attack.

Oh, and if this week isn’t strange enough, don’t forget – Ashlee Simpson will be in town this Friday. I haven’t heard how tickets have been selling for this fiasco in the making, but I still suspect that there will be more radio station giveaways in attendance than there will be those wiling to voluntarily pay good money to sit through her pseudo-singing. Will I be there? Yeah, right. Right after my elective root canal surgery and I write that large check to the Republican party. Oh, and hell freezes like the above photo. Twice.

So overall March is going to go out like a lion, which hopefully means April will be warm, calm, peaceful, and Ashlee-free.

Hey, a fellow has to dream…