Glad I Gassed Up

. . . since i drove by qt on my way to work yesterday and it went from $2.23/gallon (sick) to $2.32/gallon (sicker). who the hell sets these frickin' prices anyway? makes me wish i had a vespa (candy-apple red, natch) and that i only worked like a few blocks from home. or, better yet, we won the lottery and didn't have to work at all. and then i wouldn't care how much gas cost. okay, i'm not that shallow. after all, we would have to gas up the boat to go fishing. i'm kidding!

ever think about all the things you would do if you won the lottery? me and the ah talk about it quite a bit. after paying off the mortgage and the car loan (the ah drives a honda crv, and yay, it's a good vehicle), and doling out $$ to the various family members, we would definitely relocate to a warmer climate. living in cowtown is alright, but the weather is like a roulette (spelling?) wheel. one day it can be 70 and the next day 36, no joke. and our local weather people are just idiots.

probably the best of the lot is gary lezak, who we call the sleazstak, in reference to "land of the lost", a favorite tv show of the ah. i remember the family as the gal had the same name as me (different spelling though). i also remember that show "sigmund and the seamonsters"--can't figure out why neither one of these is on dvd yet, as everything else from our childhood is.

and in an unrelated note, i think the ah's a.d.d. is starting to rub off on me.