A Day In The Life Of Me

Peeping Sneedlets.




I missed yesterday's post due to my extraordinarily busy schedule. How busy am I you ask? Darn busy, that's how busy.

For instance, I played golf yesterday. Is it my fault that Some Guy Named Bob set us up to play at ten-thirty in the morning, throwing the whole day off schedule? Can I help it if the Seafood King can't start early because he has other commitments first thing Thursday morning? Am I to blame for the three old, old people in front of us for all eighteen holes, who moved at glacial speed and caused a major golf course traffic jam? I cannot be held responsible if I didn't get home until after three o'clock.

Then when I did make it home, things just didn't let up. First, I had to go through the TIVO listings to delete the shows that had recorded that are reruns. When you record, How Clean Is Your House and they show it four times a day on BBC-America, you get plenty of reruns. Someone has to take care of these things.

Then, the mailman brought two new DVDs from NetFlix. I opened them and started watching one, just to be sure they sent the right selections. The darned disc was scratched and it kept starting over, so that took some time to resolve. Did I mention that I picked up the mail?

Let's talk rose watering. Someone has to water my roses and that someone is me. I would like to have a yardman but I am on a fixed income, so that is out of the question.

Just as I got ready to sit down and write a very witty post, sure to entertain one and all, the Lovely Mrs. Sneed came home and we had to leave immediately. Our plan was to be home at 8:30 pm sharp, leaving plenty of time for the post. Can I really be blamed that time flies when you are having fun and that we didn't come home until 1:00 am? I think you see my point.











Things in this blog represented to be fact, may or may not actually be true. The writer is frequently wrong, sometimes just full of it, but always judgmental and cranky