9.23.10

Raunt
When gasoline prices change within the day. Honestly, just how stupid do petroleum and other gasoline related executives think we are? This morning on my way to work, gasoline was $1.65 (yeah, it's purty cheap here in NE Minnie). On the way home, it was $1.73. Just what did a little elf mix in with the gasoline that it suddenly, in the holding tank, became a lucky serum? It makes me so mad, I hesitate to even raunt about it. Raunting, even in its most powerful form, isn't enough. I know there's nothing I can do, I know I just have to keep putting a maximum of $5. in my tank at a time so that I can take advantage of the 'low' minutes in the cycle. But oooo, oooo, oooo! I hate that.


Rave
Postage stamps. Mundane, perhaps. Irritating in the way they become less and less valuable, sure. But geez, where else for under fitty'cent can you get a little art wonder that self-adheres? They're powerful, zipping mail over hill and over dale. They're cute (sometimes) with their artwork of rescue animals, etched first ladies, or lil'love knots. They're thematic! Just the perfect accessory for that 'special' note. I love them.