Wednesday, January 07, 2009

Ha! My computer went to the computer hospital today so I had to finish a poem today for workshop tomorrow and now I can't worry about it. No grousing about how I have nothing and I hate poetry.

My neighbor started cursing me when it began to snow (again!) the other day, like it was my fault. And I suppose the rain is my fault too. Ok, sure, I'll take the blame. Except for chia pets and paint by numbers. I will not take the blame for those.

All right. I used to do paint by numbers. The paint smelled really delicious. Smelling paint by numbers paint when I was a child probably led to my life of drug addiction and crime.

I'm at my clinic. Guess I'll swim home now. By the way, DON'T DRIVE INTO FLOODED AREAS. THIS IS THE PRIMARY CAUSE OF DEATH DUE TO FLOODING.

I hate that, sitting in your car and you can't open the doors because of the water and you just sit there like a dummy because you ignored the warnings. Don't let this happen to you. And if you must drive into the Snoqualamie, don't say I didn't warn you.

Love and kisses,

Beth

2 comments:

megalopoet said...

i say paint-sniffers unite. i LOVED those. and, you have the best blog title EVER in the history of all blogginess. be swimful out there--take care.

beth coyote said...

Thank you. Remember the leetle teensy pots of paint and the crappy brushes? Now I use my hands and putty knives.

PS-it is not raining here. A weird quiet has descended on the city *dum-de-dum-dum* (spooky music, like Plan 9 From Outer Space)