Dear Diary:
I know I’ve made some bad choices in my lifetime. I also know I have not always been a perfect daughter, sister, mother or wife. I totally believe in the Garma theory (God/Karma) and dear Lord it appears that payback is upon me—in the form of a big brown truck.
As I write this the heavens have opened up the snow globe. The weather guys are practically giddy with their prediction of lake effect snow accumulations, and normally I would be too.
HOWEVER, due to my poor choice of short term employment my sense of humor appears to be waning. The mental image of myself schlepping through feet of snow with your kid’s Xbox is haunting. Continue reading