It’s me again, Hula. Forgive me for what I am about to do. Now that your big birthday bash is over, and I have nothing to look forward to until the Girl Scout cookies arrive, I am ready to begin my annual whine fest about winter. I know, I know. I just can’t help it. I hate being cold. What was with the temperatures in the teens this past weekend? Is someone in my part of the country not living right because I froze my patookus off. In fact, I’ve been chilled to the bone for two weeks. My blood has gotten awfully thin in recent months, so I’m hoping you could bless me with a teeny, tiny little warm spell. Say, something in the 50’s? Thank you for not dumping that snow and ice on us like the weatherman predicted. Um, forgive me for throwing my Glamour magazine at the TV screen and swearing last night when I heard the forecast. And thank you for inspiring the Glamour editors to put Matthew McConaughey on the cover this month. I’m trying to recognize those small blessings, you know.
Let’s see. Give Hubby patience as he carts Mama J. to her appointments this week, and give us all patience when she starts to drink that Go Lightly in preparation for her surgery. In fact, you may want to grant her some speed in those old legs while you’re at it. I’m not sure they can keep up with the Go Lightly without us erecting a tent for her in the bathroom. Lay your healing hand on that blister I rubbed on my toe because I’ve been too lazy to shop for new running shoes. Give Teen Angel the gift of silence before I thump her up the side of the head for her smart mouth. And grant me the wisdom to know when to shut up when Hubby is reaching for a donut. Okay, that’s about it for today. Bless all the starving children, because you know I can’t stand to see a hungry child. Bless all those old folks who are struggling with their health, because you know I can’t stand to see old folks in pain. Oh, heck bless everybody I know because they could all use it in one way or another. Thanks for everything. Forever and ever. Amen.
P.S. Forgive me if this all sounded a little selfish. I'm a little delirious from the cold.