Yes, I'm *almost* back to blogging, but thought it best to make a slow re-entry. I'm still in the midst of barking bronchitis and coughing up chunks of my lungs, or so it often seems. The coughs shake me to the very core of my being and each one takes up to a minute or so to recover from. I shit you not. Don't get me started on the chunks I'm coughing up. It's not an attractive sight.
I've got unbearable cabin fever after having been confined to this prison I call home, for almost two whole weeks now. I need to get out and enjoy the 85 degree weather that is undeniably announcing the arrival of Spring. My lovely bed and bedding became all too familiar and I've seen every movie known to Americans (with a few international films thrown in), at least ten times each. Arrrrrgh!
I got out for the first time yesterday and went to the post office, then came home. Woo hoo! Big outing for me. I finally mailed the silver plate nightmare of a revolving tureen. Good riddance! If she isn't happy and sends it back, then I'm seriously done with it. Screw it! I spent four days polishing that monstrosity and if I ever see it again, something very ugly is likely to happen. Like death by car tires. Don't for one minute think I'm joking. I spent four days on that fucker. Four days that I did nothing else but sit at the kitchen table and polish that son of a bitch, so if the buyer isn't happy with it, then she can send it back to my friend and I'll refund her money. I. Am. So. Done. With. It.
It seriously makes me want to get rid of every piece of silver plate that I own (all wedding presents & inherited pieces, I assure you). I even allowed Mr. Snoots to give it a go and he gave up after four hours, exhausted. Never. Again.
So, you surely understand why I'm in severe need of some golf therapy. Today is my last day of antibiotics and cough medicine, so I'm taking that as a Green Light For Go. I need to get out on the links with my trusty old golf clubs, feel the wind in my hair, and do my best to chase around the tiny little ball with my tiny little clubs. Yes, apparently, I'm a glutton for all number of punishments, but I've had my fill of the indoor type for now, thank you.
This is where Mr. Snoots and I will be playing tomorrow... Our Golf Club. I've missed hacking around on the course and the weather has been like early summer already. While I've been hacking away at my coughing in the meantime, it seems the course is already greening up with all the warm weather. Which leaves me wondering what happened to our winter? And if one person says its due to Global Warming I will call that person and
Did I mention my New Year's Resolution about not cussing on my blog has gone to the big New Year's Resolution Heaven In The Sky? But, I suppose you already figured that one out by yourselves, huh? If you don't like it then you just need to go away. Forever. I've got to be me and I honestly don't have time for any more bullshit....
Baby, I've got some living to do and don't have time for small minded people. I mean, who does have time for that, really? Talk to you and be reading you soon!