We’re back on Standard time here in Florida and I’m already feeling better. The sun came up at the time its supposed to and my biological clock skipped a tick in appreciation.
We were up early because of the time change but also because our dog, Poco, was bouncing off the walls needing to get outside. Were we back in Indiana, I’d just open the door and let her out but of course, dogs have to be on a leash here in old people land.
We settled in with a cup of coffee to watch the morning news but didn’t stick with it very long. The media is absolutely giddy over the possibility of a new heir in the British Royal family. Thank God, however, the term ‘baby bump’ was not thrown into the report. I abhor that phrase.
There was also news of Justin Bieber’s possible fling which he is vehemently denying. This is completely counter to my teenage years. If a beautiful young woman would have accused me (and that would never have happened), there would have been no denunciations from me even if I hadn’t gotten within five miles of her.
Instead, I would have whipped out my comb and ran it through my hair before pronouncing “Hell yeah, I nailed her.”
There was also more news of the Kardashian fiasco and that’s when I turned the television off. I’m afraid that if this is all we have to talk about, our country is doomed. Why this woman is on the morning news and not on the Jerry Springer show is beyond me. I suspect even Jerry has too many scruples to talk to her.