I don’t know if I have mentioned lately that I love John Kerry and I want him to be president. Have I mentioned it lately? Possibly. I think I would be a groupie for him except that it probably doesn’t look good for political candidates to have groupies and he doesn’t seem to be the type who would appreciate groupies. He has a really awesome, outspoken wife anyway. I love her, too.

We got so much freaking snow last night. The snow was up past the bottom of my car doors. I almost didn’t make it out of the driveway this morning. I hope the driveway gets plowed before I get home tonight. Winter sucks.

Miss Kitty’s grandma is upset with me I think. I guess I just don’t behave the way she wants me to behave. Well, right back at her. She is a champion whiner who far surpasses my meager abilities. She even has the groany-woe-is-me old lady voice that I think should be saved for real problems not just annoyance at the monthly chore of going over the bank statement. I promise that I would like much better if she would just show a bit more interest in anything outside her own problems.

I watched a little of the Simple Life with Maddy over the phone last night. Maddy and I should live next door to each other so that we could watch stupid TV together more. We could cook together and he could help me with design and I could help him manage the mess monster inside him. Oh, someday. We did talk of a visit and the possibility of going to New Orleans, San Antonio and Austin. I hope is happens before long. Maddy wants us to go on the Donald Trump show “The Apprentice”, but I told him that I knew he would turn on me and he giggled like Elmo.

I guess I will call the guy my boss asked me to email even though I did the first emailing and I don’t think I should have to do the first calling. He needs a name for the purposes of this diary because I am way too lazy to keep calling him the guy my boss asked me to email. Hmmmmm . . . I won’t use his real name although I like it, but Maddy said that it sounded either gay or like a frat boy. He meant that in the nicest way possible. I think I will call him Deck because it’s part of his really long last name.

Well, I guess I’m done with this for now.

Love to all.