Last month Judy posted 7 Minutes. She wrote 7 minutes worth of stream-of-conscious rambles; a spinoff from the 11-minute ramble she found on someone else’s blog. So today, I present to you my 6-minute ramble. Now this reminds me, of course, of a scene from There’s Something About Mary when Ben Stiller picks up a hitchhiker (serial killer) and the hitchhiker explains his get-rich-quick scheme of making a 7-Minute Abs video, at which point Ben stupidly asks him what happens when someone makes a 6-Minute Abs video. Things got ugly for Ben after that and my point is … I have no point, which is the point. Get it? I don’t.
Today is the last day of school before Christmas break. I went to a PTA party last night. My daughter is in 5th grade. I’ve been to one PTA meeting. That is one since she began school. That is one since she began. Period. Since kindergarten. But I never miss a PTA party. I saw no one nominating me for Mother-of-the-Year award. Dang it! In MSN news today, a bank robber stopped while being pursued by the police to take a smoke break. Did I ever tell you that a distant relative of mine was on America’s Dumbest Criminals show? I didn’t? Oh, well. So I’m very picky about the socks I wear. I have a whole drawer of unwanted socks because my husband enjoys buying me socks for Christmas (since he is no longer allowed to buy me lingerie. I hate that word, lingerie, too). It might take longer than 6 minutes to read this blog because of the head scratching-like pondering you might have to do (yes, I’m complicated. I know). I hate, hate the song Feliz Navidad. I hate, hate, hate any Christmas song sung by a chipmunk or barked by a dog. I stuck a boot on the back of my cat and it stayed … for a long, long time. Long enough to take a picture. I’ll post pictures when no time limit. Speaking of cats, I like obese cats and three of my four are well on their way. Why not the forth? What am I doing wrong? Does global warming apply to Fresno? I’m so cold, my fingers are blue. My skinny-legged neighbor is mowing his driveway in his shorts so maybe it’s just me. Not a typo; he is mowing his concrete driveway and no, I don’t know why. A raccoon, you ask? Because I like shiny things, which is one of the reasons I love Christmas so much. Mmm, shiny. Oh, yeah. It was because he held up a liquor store with a comb. The gun was in the other pocket. Amen and Merry Christmas everybody (in case I don’t post again and if I do then you’ll get two Christmas greetings).