More T Updates

So T has been having a really great week, and I am gonna say again let's think about the seasons.  The four seasons.  (No, not Frankie Valli and The Four Seasons, Blog, that's a band that I do actually like.)

 Bipolar Disorder, they say, has issues with the seasons.

Then there is simply Seasonal Affective Disorder.

Then there is also the fact that being cold sucks. Anyone with me on that?

Being warm is nice, and being cold is miserable.

It's also like being hungry sucks.  Being well fed, I'm a happy gal.

Nobody said we were doing rocket science, here, Bloggy-boo.

So it's like I was sitting in Jade (my car) waiting for a parking space on the mean streets of PCV/ST, and the parking  is  definitely yesterday's diapers so the guy in front of me throws me a gem and says you'd better wait with your car because all the people on this side of the street have like a routine.  They know their car is going to stay here and will never move and have actually been staying here andwatching all the live long day like the Flinstones. (See later) They are that old.

So I dial up the old celery and tell the parents eh probs never gonna come home again since waiting with my new friend, the car guy in front of me aka Mr. Rubble, until street cleaners NEVER COME. (Of course they don't -- it is so a power trip) and the Denners comes down to sit with me for a bit.  I happen to be able to offer him salted almonds (which he fiercely partakes of whilst protesting that Jade is a dirty whore because she houses several pairs of clean undergarments for three children all on the floor of her immaculate rugs that he has actually paid for.) I allude to the surroundings and I simply say, yes Den, THIS is what is like having three kids.  And then Den can turn around and say to me Oh Really?  Funnily enough, I raised three of my own....

And it's like... Well played, Den.   Well played.