Seriously. Seriously. SERIOUSLY!

Yet another day of snow. Before this winter I thought that snow would mean I could legitimately rock fake Uggs and pom-pom hats in a cute manner.

Today was so NOT cute. I mean, waterproof taiga jacket with dress pants tucked into some really ugly pink boots (the only ones I had with traction). Oh dear. The absolute worst part has to be the backpack that I have to wear, the only way to carry my goods and drag a stroller backwards up my hill.

But I am more sick of all the talking about snow than the actual snow. So I'm done.

Wait - one more thing...why does the snow stop all those usually responsible doggy owners from picking up poop?! With a fire hydrant on our front lawn, it's a fave spot for Fido & the gang. Ew!!

"Public" Transit

There is a woman that sits in front of me on the bus. Every so often I catch a glimpse of a story in her newspaper that catches my eye and I try to read more.

For the third time she has been reading a July newspaper. Now I am going to try to figure out if it's just the same one.

This person looks completely normal. Why would someone do that? Most people would not give it a second thought. Matter of fact, most people would not even notice in the first place because they would be reading their own damn reading material not the persons in front of them.

But I can't help but make up 11 different scenarios in my head, like her partner died that day and she just keeps reading the paper to get through her life...or she's totally obsessive and missed a few months of papers and has to read each one in order (don't laugh, I am like that with US Weekly's...)

Most probably: bad case of the crazies.