A bumming

Yesterday, after mowing the lawn early to avoid the 90+ degree heat and stomping trash for pick-up day, I entered a period of being bummed.  It happens.

This morning it is raining and the high is supposed to be 79. I don’t think it stormed last night, but then I sleep through storms. Normally, I would make a jokelet about needing GPS the morning after a tornado, but given this year’s season, I’ll pass. (Although, I think I just stuck it in that last sentence.  My secondary consciousness is incorrigible.)

I suppose I should continue on my cleaning binge  . . . my enthusiasm has waned, however, and I am whining. I need super hero cleaning powers – the point and ZAP technique. I couldn’t be trusted with them, of course: I’d ZAP everything and everyone. ZAP!  ZAP! ZAP! ZAP! ZAP! ZAP! ZAP!

Say this is lifting my spirits. Oh, but it’s only pretend. Now that’s a bummer.

 

One thought on “A bumming”

  1. Since you won’t take my comment about zapping being a lower order form of smiting, I am placing a call to the smiters.

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