Someone call A&E.
I finally convinced Halvers that it was time for me to see Wisconsin. He thought the idea was thoroughly stupid, but Wisconsin was awesome!
And yes, the first thing we saw was a union worker protest!
So I completely thought we were over this winter thing and then we got another blizzard. Don’t get me wrong, winter is pretty in Minneapolis…
There’s something depressing about waiting at a car dealership. I think it’s the looming bill.
Days at the office, school in the evenings, the commute, nights producing music, and weekends with friends at restaurants and bars…wait, when did I become a yuppie?
To me, the term yuppie, or “young urban professional” describes someone who is young, lives in a city, and works in an office. That’s it.
Apparently others have more specific ideas of what yuppies are:
The Wikipedia entry is also hilarious.
I don’t know if I fit the stereotype. Halvers thinks that my favorite bars in Minneapolis are chichi poo-poo, but I disagree.
I love Minneapolis, but as a Miami transplant, I can’t take Minneapolis chichi seriously. Maybe that will change once I get my L.L. Bean Duck Hunting Boots?
I renewed my tabs today during lunch at work. This was on my to-do list since January (when they expired) and I randomly decided to get it done today.
Which is why I was relieved when the police lights lit up behind my car this evening. I thought I got pulled over for cutting through Wal-Mart parking spaces, but apparently I forgot to signal while in the turn lane for Wal-Mart.
The eager 0Ls are back and I have that same conversation over, and over again.
I don’t know what was under there, but I had to yank the dogs away.
Hopefully it wasn’t a body. I watch too much A&E for that…
I took the dogs for an over-due vet visit. Gertrude was unamused.
She growled and snapped at the vet, so we had to muzzel her. Given what happened last time, can you blame her?
It’s about 10 p.m. I am halfway through another episode of The First 48, (my favorite TV show) when I hear an a-rappa-tap-tap in the kitchen.
