Today is one of those lovely days wherin I can gad about the house, cleaning in my pyjamas, listening to my music rather loudly and taking the occasionally frequent nap. These things are quite possible because I have no small children or pets for whom I must do last minute shopping.

The only problem is, the computers here at home, will not allow me to check my email, so it has been NINETEEN HOURS since I have checked my email! This is very disturbing to me. And a lack of email causes me to ponder strange things.

Take this morning for instance, I had to venture out of my rather messy cocoon to return some rental movies. (Which were hugely overdue since our VCR had decided to eat the only video we rented and we had to have a elaborate plan to withdraw it.) As I already mentioned, I was in my pj's, but I neglected to put shoes on since it was just a quick jaunt getting out of the car to the drop off slot. Silly me. I neglected to calculate the fact that there are FIFTY MILLION people out on Christmas Eve, paticularly renting movies. Or somewhere within the vicinity. Thus, forcing me to park a half-mile away and run, in my bare little feet, to drop off the stupid movies.

Upon running this mini-marathon, I passed many a interesting vehicle ready to run over the nearest small child in order to steal their toy. Most of these menacing rolling death-traps were tricked out mini-vans. Can someone please explain to me the point of having a SUPER VAN? It isn't the death trap bit that bothers me, there are plenty of small children to go round. It is the fact that they spend enough for a small house, creating these ludicrous looking machines. As in, I Will Never Be Able To Avoid A Mid-Life Crisis Car Since I Spent So Much On This Van, But I Am Really Cool Deep Down Inside, See My Shiny Rims. I mean, seriously people, these baby buses are in colors and chrome proportions that should only be reserved for contraptions that go over 150 mph, or hold no more than two passengers. WHAT IS THIS WORLD COMING TO? It isn't Soccer Mom anymore, it is Pimp Mom. WHORING SMALL CHILDREN FOR THEIR TOYS.


Hmm. Maybe I should just get back to cleaning and have no more deep thoughts.