Lazy

I love fall. I love walking through the dusty air, I love kicking leaves and crunching through them.

I love Tim Hortons in the morning. Not the coffee, but the reservoir of idiocy it always seems to contain.

Now, if there is a reason for the following, please, please enlighten me.

• You’re standing in a line for 5-8 minutes waiting to place your order. You finally get up to the cash, and proceed not only to hum and hah your way through figuring out what you want, it takes another 5 minutes to dig your bloody money our of your purse. You KNOW it’s gonna be around a certain amount, so GET THE MONEY OUT WHILE YOU’RE WAITING. ARGH! (And in a related vein, if you’re waiting for the bus, get your money/pass out while waiting, not while standing in the bus door while the rest of us who are prepared stand in the pouring rain waiting for your stupid ass to find the fucking thing)
• Certain parking spaces are designated as disabled parking. Taking up two spaces by parking half into the disabled space still counts as asshole parking.

ARGH! I won’t even talk about the people who stand there smoking outside of the door or the ones who sit in the bathroom doing who knows what and then look at me weird when Vivian yells “Someone went POOPY! It STINKS in here!”.

Thankfully, the annoyances were levied by having the sweetest little girl with the cutest little dimple come over and offer my girls timbits. SO cute it was unbelievable.

Took some pictures with my craptastic camera, but I don’t think anything came out looking even remotely well. Ah well. Rosalyn is dancing to Cave Party Backyardigans (UG UG!) and Vivian is playing games on PopCap. It’s a lazy Sunday.

I’ve missed lazy Sundays, even if they end up full of idiots.