It's cold and snowy here.
Nobody should be shocked by that. It's December in the Midwest.
However, there was a news crew on my street this morning broadcasting live about (gasp!) THE WEATHER BEING COLD!! A tiny blond woman wearing a lot of makeup, a snowsuit, and a stocking cap was flitting around our street chatting about the weather.
I was just trying to walk the dog.
She accosted me with her microphone, brightly saying, "Here comes a woman all bundled up. You're on Fox Live! Is it true that the only reason you're out in this weather is because your dog needs go to out?"
Are you kidding me?
"True. We're going to keep walking now."
"Ha ha! She's like, 'I'm not going to stop and talk to you. It's too cold!'"
No, tiny woman, I am not going to stand and talk to you because:
a) Of course it's cold. Nobody watching the news needs to hear you dithering on about it. We know. We live here.
b) I just rolled out of bed, threw on layers, and am walking the dog. I do not have the energy to chat with you about the obvious.
c) I have no desire to appear on television.
d) Even if I did, which I don't, I wouldn't choose to do it directly after rolling off my air mattress.*
e) My dog has to go to the bathroom.
I thought about being really irritated by this encounter, but then I remembered,
Nobody I love watches Fox News anyway.
*Yeah, that's another story. We have an old school waterbed. It sprung a leak on Sunday. We've ordered a new mattress and are now sleeping on an air mattress on the floor. It's doing wonders for my temperment.