It's only Monday, but already feels like it should be Wednesday, or Tuesday, at least. I find myself tonight working on the bottle of Black Currant wine and working in the dining room to get it ready for my shindig this weekend. What a mess my house is. I'd rather be reading my book or watching my back episodes of Farscape.

I just took garbage and recyclables out and saw big fat white things falling from the sky once again. This is it folks, I think we need to ban together, kidnap mother nature, and beat some sense into her. I'm talking old-fashion ass whooping.