Blah, blah, blah spring fever cakes

I have spring fever something fierce. I want to get the hell out of town for a month. Obviously, since I've not won the lottery, that's not possible, but it doesn't stop me from wishing it could be. Yesterday, the sun was shining and it was a perfect 72 degrees outside. I spent my lunch hour watching the city come out of hibernation: shoppers on The Plaza, people lunching outside, workers tending to the spring flowers that are starting to bloom...it was a great way to pass the time.

I am in the planning stages for a much-needed-week-long-trip to Denver to visit my best friend. And I can't wait!! To be truthful, it's 10% excitement to get out of town and 90% excitement to see Dawn. Lord, I miss her. She's one of those people who simply makes me happy, no matter what's going on.

Okay, so here are some way random thoughts:

• On my way to work this morning, I was being tailgated by a car with a Jesus license plate on the front bumper, so I didn't feel bad when I said 'Jesus Christ, would you get off my ass?'
• I saw a lady walking her cat on a leash yesterday afternoon. I laughed my ass off. The cat looked embarrassed.
• Why is it in emails that some people won't write the word 'fuck' but it's okay to use 'f**k'? Aren't you still cussing? Or at the very least making the person reading your email cuss?
• And why do those same people write 'G*d' instead of 'God'? I've never seen anyone use 'J***s'. What's the difference?
• Let me preface this by saying that I hate WalMart with the heat of a thousand suns, but I stopped in yesterday afternoon to buy some potting soil (it was on sale). Anyway, I used their self check out thing and decided to get cash back on my debit card and save a trip to the ATM. The damn stuff rang up at the wrong price and it took 3 cashiers 15 minutes to figure out how to fix it. By the time I was finished I was so pissed I just wanted to get the hell out of there. And, you guessed it, I left my $20 at the damn register. Serves me right. Fuckin' WalMart.
• While talking with friends about jogging for excercise I told them that the only reason for me to run is if I'm being chased by a bear. With PMS. And it's holding my Visa bill.
• My new musical addiction is the soundtrack to Grey's Anatomy. Fuckin' rocks.
• And, sorry for the short notice, but there's only eight shopping days left until my birthday. Y'all better get on it.