It is the commercialism. It shouldn't take anyone one specified day to tell someone you love them. It shouldn't take a box of chocolates, flowers, or lingerie to say you care. But that is what society has become. One trumped up pseudo holiday after another.
Today I will be spending time with some women. Two of them hunched over me most of the day. No, I am not hitting the nudie bar. Unfortunately it is at the dentists office. Fun, eh? I may have a wisdom tooth pulled. I wonder if I will be able to eat anything tonight? Could be a liquid dinner.
Thanks to Karol, I have had the Doors music bouncing around in my head for the last day. The only lapse was when I was shoveling this morning. Thankfully the snow was light so the 7 inch drifts were managable. It was anywhere from 2-4 inches in other areas and there are still places to put it. As I shoveled, I started rewriting a Van Halen song.
I push the snow like there's no tomorrow.
All this salt, I had to steal
I got these drifts, these drifts are not hollow
Yes, I'm lifting at a pace that kills
Shovelin' with the Devil
Shovelin' with the Devil
I found the machine life, ain't so simple
My snow blower, it won't start at all
And when I get, my driveway all cleaned off
I turn and see that fuckin' street plow!
Oooo OW!
Shovelin' with the Devil
OW! OW! There goes my back!
Shovelin' with the Devil!
Shovelin' with the Devil!
Shovelin' with the Devil!
Shovelin' with the Devil
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