This Yellow Taxi Cab In Which I Ride

I should be mowing my lawn... it's not a jungle, but it's close. If you were to drive my house you might think, "That person should mow his lawn." But, you wouldn't think, "That person NEVER mows his lawn! He should get a ticket!" I should also be doing the dishes or folding the laundry or cleaning the back porch. At seven o'clock on a weekday, and being in the current state-of-being that I find myself in, I do not think I can pull off any of these tasks. If I started to mow the lawn, it would be dark before I finished. If I cleaned the back porch, I would need to clean it again Friday (and I have taken Friday off from work and will have all day long to do chores) and why would I want to clean it twice? I could fold the laundry, but I have already been taking clean clothes out of the baskets that they are currently in and why would I want to ruin that good thing by actually folding it? And the dishes? Eff the effing dishes. I'm truly burned out l

I opened the blinds on my bedroom window (it was somewhat stuffy in my room and I wanted to cool it down a bit before bed). This is what I saw: Huge-ass bumblebee! Its stinger is the size of a syringe! Ahhhhh!

This is the lead singer if the steve palmer band playing at the Linda in Albany. The dude is wearing sweat pants... Seriously... They are maroon... And is polo shirt is a delightful salmon. He is wearing dirty K Mart running shoes and is sporting a lurch hair cut. He walked on stage and started tuning a guitar, so I first thought: "If this were my band, I would have a dress code for my roadies..." Then the rest of the band joined him and they started playing and I almost spilled my drink... REALLY?! Guy. Really. Official Worst Dressed Lead Singer In A Band EVER