Shake dat ass!

I'm shakin' my ass doing the snow day dance. Come on, dance with me people! DANCE MONEKY DANCE!

10 to 15 inches when it's all said and done. TEN FREAKIN' INCHES! I mean seriously! Now is the time for global warming! (I'm kidding Al Gore. Set down the 100% recycled paper your going to use to paper cut me and step away from the hybrid)
Honestly. That's a shit ton of snow.

Soooo I'm doing the snow day dance! Snoooow day! Snooooow day! I put my butt in, take my butt out shake it around and scream I WANT A GOD DAMN SNOW DAY!
That lacks poetry, my apologies. And good thing the blinds are closed or I'd look like a freak. (I'm not really dancing...or am I?)

The store(s) I work at has launched a new ad campaign featuring Chairman Bob. Or Mr Marachino-cherry as I like to call him. I get a birthday card from him every year because that's how much he cares. Yeah. Auto-pen be damned! He signs them all by hand! Not. But Mr Chairman? Throw a gift card for like 10 bucks in the card you cheapskate. Though I guess I should be getting a present for being with the company five years! I want to pick out my gift! Go ahead, Meet Chairman Bob. No, don't do it. Seriously. I just like to link things because it took almost a freakin' year to figure out how.

Snowwwww day. I'm trying to use my teleconesis to connect with the Chancellor and have him call off school. Come on..come on!

And wtf blogger, why isn't the spell check working still? I need that!

Whoops just got distracted for five minutes looking at tshirts online. My Achillies heel if you will.

Shut up! It's Mardi Gras? It's Fat Tuesday? Oops. Lent will be starting soon. What will I give up? Hmmm...uh. Nothing. Haven't gave up anything in a while. Well that means Easter is just about 40 days away which means pastel colored candies.

I love pastel colored candies. And the Whoppers that are egg shaped. Mmmmmm. But first I'll have to suffer through Valentine's Day. Blach! Don't like that holiday, no sir/ma'am. Never have. Don't know if I ever will. Not because I lack a romantic bone in my body or because I think it's a vast conspiracy, it's just too close to katie day. Plain and simple. It's all up in my turf and I don't want it to steal my thunder.

Alright. Time to stop the babbbling.

snow day!