So its fall here in Central PA and I didn’t know that would mean I would hear the pitter patter of fat men on my roof that sound like a GIANT Santa up there. Abruptly waking me from my slumber, by pounding nails into my roof. It literally sounds like they are bowling on the roof and running to make sure the balls don’t fall then nailing them into place, then they sing and THEY DON’T HAVE TUNE! I was tempted to go out with carrots milk and cookies screaming “Hey December Isn’t for a few months, but did you bring me presents now?” I have behaved myself thus far but seriously I STILL have a migraine and can’t sleep it off my meds aren’t helping can’t take any narcotics til I am off work so I just want quiet. BLAH. Now it sounds like my neighbors are trying to slaughter a cow and move a bed at the same time, maybe they’ll herniate something and stop? Ahh the hopes of peace in my house. Maybe tomorrow will be better? Or not – an 8 am shift always calls for SUCK!
(SORRY THIS BLOG WAS ALL ABOUT WHINING!)
