The Peevery

The Beetles

A large multicolored beetle was buzzing around the inside of my car while I was driving.  Panic ensued.

Heat Wave

I know it's July and all, but I really just cannot handle this heat today.  Suck it, Global Warming.

It's Almost as if this were the Windy City

I just went out for a smoke (save your preaching) and almost got blown away. And I am no delicate feather, neither.

Relatedly, I think I flashed a section of pale white chub to anyone looking out of the windows by the dock. Damn loose fitting shirt.

Where's the warmth?

Dear God,

It's May.  It's really almost June.  Could you maybe heat the earth a little bit, say about 20 degrees above the current 45 degree temperature?

Thanks much,

Jen14221

(I know I live in Buffalo, but this is insane. My hydrangeas are freezing to death).

Too many weeks!

There are too many weeks in May.  I keep thinking that next week I go to TN but, no, it is the following week. 

Global Warming

I know that it is important.  I understand and accept that it is happening.  But if I have to hear about it in one more of my escapist outlets, I'm going to buy the most fuel inefficient car I can find and regularly fill it with plastic bags, the rings from six packs and full disposable diapers and fling it all into the ocean.

Here We Go Again

Peeve worth repeating: 

The annual FREE air show here in Pittsburgh is Mother's Day weekend.  I never miss an air show.  I love me an air show. We  have a wedding to attend on Saturday and obviously Mother's Day is Sunday. 

So do I celebrate my own Mother's Day by going to one of my favorite activities or do I suck it up and spend it with the woman from whose loins I sprang forth?

I hate my summer calendar.

Overdressed as Usual

Why is it that on days when I wear a cute short sleeved shirt it is 12 degrees out and pouring down rain and the next day when I wear a heavy black sweater it is sunny and at least 65 degrees? 

I Have Feet Fetish

Flip-flop season has started up in Pennsylvania.  Attention university students:  go ahead and wear your flip-flops when it's 55 degrees.  I don't want to hear your bitchin' and moanin' about having cold toes.

Weather: Part Deux

What part of "out like a motherfucking lamb" don't you get? March, I'm looking at you.