If there was ever any question of whether I’m nuttier than a fruitcake, we just resolved it.
For the love of GAWD! I just stumbled in the house after walking home from the shops down on the corner of Main Drag South and Lunatic Road West. Whatever was the MATTER with me that I betook myself on a safari like that????? In the freakin’ middle of the afternoon???!?
Whatever marbles I might have awakened with this morning apparently rolled out my ears by the time I took off on that expedition. When we say “stupid,” we mean STUPID.
Hey. All I wanted to do was go into my favorite cheap liquor store and buy a bottle of more-or-less palatable cheap white wine.
Sounds reasonable, doesn’t it?
Even on a hot afternoon… Forgodsake, it’s only 105 out there just now. And for lovely uptown Arizona, that ain’t very hot.
Thought I was gunna DIE by the time I staggered in the front door!!! HOLEEE mackerel, is it hot out there!
Wunderground tells us it’s NOT that hot: only 102º….and no, for Arizona, that ain’t very hot. BUT….we’re also informed that we have 15% precipitation. And yeah…that is fairly damp for lovely uptown Phoenix.
Y’know…. If my son weren’t here, I’d be in San Francisco — where I belong — right this very minute.
And really: when my idiot parents decided to move to Sun City — dragging me into Arizona with them — I should have had enough sense to say Hell No I Won’t Go!!!! And if I’d had that much brainpower, chances are very high that yes, I’d still be home in the Bay Area, whither my maternal relatives emanated.
But no. I didn’t have that much sense. And so now I’m paying the Stupidity Tariff.
So…yeah. Where did my marbles go?
I dunno.
If I knew where they went, I would dig them out from under the bed…or wherever they rolled. But…they don’t seem to be there. 😮
Marbles….marbles… Well, with them or without them: I hate Arizona!!! And if I could find a way — any way, anyhow — to get away from this place, by damn! I surely would!