The snow is white enough to make me squint. Blue shadows fall across it. The sky above is a matching pale blue. Some days it's just nice to look out the window and doing so makes you happy. Today is one of those.
Just a few guestions...
Why do people with NASCAR stickers on their cars drive like crap?
Why, when everyone on the entire freeway system is driving 35 MPH because it's dumping down snow and the roads are awful, is there always one person who thinks that they can surely pull off 65 MPH no problem? Is it wrong to be happy when you see them spun out in the ditch a few miles later?
Do people from Illinois drive bad on purpose?
And a couple of thoughts...
I've decided that I don't hate the whole Tom Cruise and Katie Hlomes thing after all. I'm jealous of course, but I don't hate it and am, in fact, sort of heartened by the whole thing.
Also, I don't find him jumping over Oprah's couch that odd. If I was sleeping with Katie Holmes, I would probably jump over Oprah's couch and Oprah too. I would clear them both by at least five feet. I could do that because I'm still a couple years younger than Tom.
That's it...peace out.