STUCK IN THE MIDDLE!
Hey, you. Ya I'm talking to you. You are the only one reading this, so I hope you feel special. You should, because you are special, seriously. Anywho, today was the day I was supposed to go on vacation, why am I still in CRAsPen you ask? Oh, I forgot to tell you, BECAUSE I"M STUCK HERE UNTIL THE SNOW MELTS! The funny thing being that the snow hasn't even begun to fall yet, good times. So BLAH. Blah, blah, blah, today is all about blah, or crappy blah. I guess I really don't need a vacation, I can just marinate in all that Aspen has to offer for the next six months. Do I sound crazy yet? Give me a few months, or just tune in to the blog and listen to me bitch. Or don't. It doesn't really matter, because nothing changes the fact that I am stuck in paradise. But at least your in paradise you say, well nobody asked you. Don't worry, I am not mad at you, I am actually thankful that you have taken 3 minutes out of your day to read the crap that I am writing, so THANKS! CHEERS! AWESOME!
Ok, enough ventilation for now, DAMMIT! Ok, now there's enough. So all the kids, yes all, went camping up at Lincoln Creek tonight, should be fun, but since I am on Aspen city arrest, much like house arrest, I can not go. What did I do you ask, well, the most unspeakable thing I can think of. I called in sick to work!!! I know, the atrocity, the horror, shall I ever be forgiven?
Thankfully my good friend The Mayor is here at dirty-nine to take care of me, he also has his trusty sidekick The Wily Wiggler by his side. Together, they have pledged their undying love to do whatever they can for me, until they get off work and go camping, more good times! Alright, I am serious and quit calling me Shirley. I realize that my unableness to go on vacation, is not a REAL problem. I should be sitting here bitching about how we need to do more for the Victims of Katrina, or how we need to rectify the quagmire that is Iraq. I know, so that being said I shall return to my normally scheduled programming and try to think of all of the blessings in my life, which are numerous. At least I have this outlet to get some stuff off my chest, after all your not reading it anyhow.