Thursday, March 27, 2014

I Feel The Wind Blow Outside My Door

Hey! March! Yeah, I'm talkin' to YOU!

Whatever happened to that "goes out like a LAMB" business? This wind is out of control. It was DRESS UP day today for anyone who wore dress. Because once they stepped outside, that thing was flapping around their earlobes.

I had duty in the parking lot, but like a pampered pooch who would rather constipate himself than step into the snowy cold, I refused to leave the building this morning. By afternoon, I felt obligated to actually appear on the parking lot for parking lot duty. That wind swirled around me like I was the center of a dust devil. I had to hold my shirt down, because none of the recent crop of kids have thought to steal the lead weights out of the bottom hem of the stage curtain and throw them at each other, and I was lacking in materials.

Thank the Gummi Mary all this nonsense will stop next Tuesday. Because March will be gone. Let's hope March does not take Tuesday with it.

You know that Lynyrd Skynyrd song, I'm sure...

4 comments:

Sioux said...

What do they call YOU? If not the breeze, perhaps you have another nickname?

Hillbilly Mom said...

Sioux,
Well, I'm no Curtis Loew. I don't even have an old Dobro.

Kathy's Klothesline said...

sick of the wind and the cold!

Hillbilly Mom said...

Kathy,
I hate the wind worse than the cold. So unsettling.