Okay. The Pope is resigning.
First Pope to resign in six hundred years. He cites poor health as his reason. I guess if you're the Pope, you can't use the excuse that you want to spend more time with your family, huh?
Poor old Pope. I'd be exhausted, just getting up every day and putting on all those robes. And all that jewelry.
Well, bless his heart.
I wonder if the lawsuits starting to come in about the sexual abuse cover up have anything to do with his retirement?
Nah. Of course not.
Is anyone else out there having Google Reader problems? Mine currently says I have 117 unread blog posts. I don't think so. Is the world coming to an end? The Pope is retiring and Google Reader is screwed up? Did Jim Morrison show up at the Grammys last night? Have I missed something?
Huffpost tells me that someone at the Grammys had a serious underboob moment. Underboob? First sideboob and now underboob? Women! Control those things! Or don't. Who doesn't love bosoms?
It's about seventy degrees here in Lloyd. It's supposed to rain all week. Fine with me. I wish it was raining now so I'd have an excuse not to walk but it's not and I don't. I haven't taken a walk in a week. Jeez. I am falling apart. I am breaking down like old tofu. I am more gray-headed and wrinkled by the day. If I don't do something and fast, my next trip to Mexico is going to require Mr. Moon taking me in a carry-on bag. I'll be so soft and squishy and weakly that he'll just be able to shove me in a bag and put me in the overhead bin. Well, it'll save on the price of a ticket.
If I was the Pope, I'd have to resign.
I've got a great attitude today, don't I?
No. No I do not.
Oh well. The world does not give a shit nor should it.
I guess I'll put on my big girl panties and cowboy up, cupcake and get on with it. The trash needs taking. I think I'll get my hair trimmed this week. Is Thursday really Valentine's Day? Is it too late to take pole dancing lessons so I can surprise my husband with a private dancing session?
Yes. Yes it is.
Bless you, my children.