And I have no idea why. Certain feelings simply crop up when words and phrases spill from my lips, followed immediately with a thought such as “Cheese and crackers, I sound like my parents.”.

Here’s a fun example – and this message will be very brief today, friends, because my mood is at the sticky bottom of a dumpster – The call to fill our oil tank had to be made today. Yeah, we’re still on oil. You guys know how much a new heating system costs including parts and installation? The number would make you puke. As if people in upstate New York have a choice whether or not to use heat in below zero temperatures. Jesus Christ get over here and help me.

Anyway, the amiable lady on the other side of the phone was very compassionate when she heard me fall on the floor at the price of a full oil tank. She apologized and said she understood; she is also apparently on oil. That’s when it happened. The super adult. The old fogey. Some senior citizen jumped up my throat….. Do you know what I said?

“This is administration is killing us.”

Now, the actual statement is true only in a metaphorical sense. We are alive, but our current United States of America administration is choking out the middle class. I won’t get into whether or not I believe they’re doing it purposefully. The point is, I hung up with Kelly and just stood there, pondering which of my parents just possessed me. Oh shit, it was neither!! That was all me.

Sometimes those adult moments hit you like Mike Tyson in his prime and it hurts….

Feeling weird, dudes,

Ms. Snow