GRINCH

My griping soul has been chastised. And I deserve every bit of it. While everyone else is singing "Oh, I'm dreaming of a white Christmas," I've been singing, "Oh, I'm dreaming of a way out of this ridiculous state." It doesn't quite have the same lovely ring to it, but if you've heard me sing, you know I can make any song beautiful to the ears. Anyway, before I add lying to my list of wrongs, on to why I am a jerk.

Do you know how many neighbors have brought their snow blowers by to clean our driveway in the last thirty-six hours? Three. That is right. And the last one is just leaving. After insisting that we move both of our cars so he can clean the driveway properly. Linn, Linn, Linn. When will you ever learn? Not only am I embarrassed, but this also means I will be going out in this cold, white weather come tomorrow. Because I don't currently own a large, green stamp that reads "GRINCH" on it. And I happen to know someone who needs it slapped right on her forehead for all to see. Serves her right. Mean, old GRINCH.