Daylight Savings......

Because he couldn't think of a better way to piss off the ENTIRE world, ol' Georgie-boy decided to mess with time itself. Today we turned our clocks ahead, three weeks earlier than usual. The "brilliant" idea behind this is to conserve energy. Um. Yeah. Right. Want to know what the true end result of this absolute stupidity was? We get to see the relentless, driving rain for an hour longer. Those people who say things tell us that traffic accidents are lower when the time changes. No they're not. Dollars to donuts (that'd be the donut in the hand that's not holding a cel phone, all the while driving bleary-eyed with your knee) there are more accidents because messing with one's sleep schedule is not really conducive to bright eyed cheeriness, is it?

The day was not a total loss, despite the grogginess of the morning. The Cute Boy almost drove through a red light and everything. We had one of those "moments" when the person not driving realizes that the person who is, isn't slowing down for that red light. It scared me and yes babies, I actually semi-panicked. Freaking out is not HRG's style, however I will admit to, um, raising my voice and octave or two. We didn't argue, he said he really didn't see the light, so all was well.

We broke our Sunday Cute Boy/HRG only rule and had the most fabulous lunch with DTVCB and his crime fighting sidekick HH. My sandwich seemed to be very appealing to The Cute Boy. After he'd finished his of course. Oh, I probably could've eaten the last half, but what fun would that be? Now it's in the fridge...heh heh heh...

Before I go to guard the precious half sandwich, I'll leave you babies, with these words of wisdom:

The most relevant pieces of advice I received regarding marriage: You can only be as happy as the least happy person in the house, and two bathrooms are mandatory.

'Least that's what was written on my Starbucks cup.

HRG

Stuff and Junk

Oh babies, spring is in the air. Can't you feel it? Teeny tiny buds on trees, birds chirping and playing, the scent of early blooming flowers.........and the endless drone of the rain. Sigh. Yeah yeah yeah, I know, it could be what the rest of the country is getting, but to be honest, it doesn't make wringing oneself out every day any easier to deal with. Well it doesn't.

Life has settled into a routine here, and you know, it's a bit disconcerting. How do you keep things fresh and interesting? How do you keep that love alive? And why the hell didn't any of you warn me about what happens after you fall in love? Oh you all extolled the virtues of having that one incredibly special person at your side. You painted these wonderfully intriguing pictures of happily every after.......shame on you! Shame on me for buying into the whole thing.

Truth is babies, I'm afraid. Afraid of falling into a rut. Of becoming boring and uninteresting. Of taking The Cute Boy for granted. Of being taken for granted. Of being forgotten. Will he look at me a year from now and wonder if maybe he didn't rush into this whole thing? That maybe he should've taken some time for himself and be single a little while? There have been some musical changes happening too. Will they cause us to drift apart? There are no answers to these and other questions because "Ok, Enough With The Whining Already" is on hiatus.

There have been some other interesting turns of events here. Dare I say this out loud? Put it in print for the whole word to see? Ok...........here it is.........The Cute Boy is a.....he's a........well, here's the thing.......

He's a Grandfather.

And I'm HRG-Ma. No matter what DTVCB says.

HRG