Too People-y Today

 Well no hill for me today.  It looked like there was a second day of the Blue Angels and some water show going on.  I saw the tents as I drove past but I thought well, I'll take a look and see what's happening. I was hoping to see something.  Instead, I saw one guy give me a dirty look who was grilling out for his family after I crossed the street. I didn't want his food.  Sorry, guy.  I could see a big ship in the water and was wondering what type of ship it was.  Was it a Navy boat?  The Love Boat?  I turned around after I got a look and just skipped the hill.

I continued my walk though.  I just walked up and down each street until I got my 10,000 steps in.  One guy walked past me fast and said hello to me that caught my attention.  I said hello back but he was hurrying past and got in a big red truck.  Kind of thought MAGA when I saw it but I know.  Not everyone that drives a big red truck is a MAGA moron.  Shame on me.  It was my people curiosity skills going off into bias land, I guess.

I was kind of offended that I got a look for wanting to see what was going on.  It's that warmth of others that makes me stay to myself.  I certainly wasn't going to walk down the hill. I could see people carrying chairs, putting up tents.  Makes me wonder if it's the same type of crowd that jumps into the water on January 1st.  Guess I'm being biased again.

I am coming across the occasional fly today.  I took care of one when I got home and well let's just say I saw one stuck to my window from Zevo.  I hate killing flies. I don't take any joy of doing that.  I told my mom our yard was probably a feasting ground for flies with all of the dog poop and hopefully whatever Charlie sprayed on the lawn will keep them away and out of sight.  Just stay out of my room please.  I hate the scent of Zevo and I hate the slimy grime it leaves, no matter how much you wipe it up.  It just sticks and sucks.  I hate to wish summer away but I'm seeing another damn fly near the window I'm sitting at in the dining room looking to make an entrance.  Great.  Not today, guys.  

I actually saw a tiny break on the scale.  No, I didn't break it.  I feel like I might some days with I see that damn number.  I kind of had a screw it week.  I didn't binge anything bad.  I hate the cupcakes that my mom brought home and I just didn't give a damn.  I didn't have it for breakfast lunch and dinner but I gave myself a little grace on being strict.  Beats being hangry.




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