Windburned with my ShopRite circular

Sums up my last Friday night of February. Riveting, huh? Walked forEVER today in the 50mph gusts...made me most weary by this evening. There was a lot of screaming profanities on the street, admittedly not in high-crowd areas, but perhaps for those in cars to witness, as i struggled to move ahead, nose dripping, hat barely staying on. I HATE wind. I curse it often. It really does ruin ANY outdoor activity. Well, it's fun sometimes...certainly welcome in the summer or to offically make a snowstorm a blizzard. A balmy breeze is one of life's delights. That first 75 degree day of the season...windows open wide...the smell of fresh grass. AHHH. Fucking Calgon, take me the FUCK away! But wind is just as often intrusive...blowin that napkin off the table, your hat off your head, that tree onto that poor expectant mother's car. Things like that. Speaking of expectant mothers (and I'm not sure why I am), I read today that they're NOW graced with being allowed to park in handicapped zones. Ya knoooooooowww, OUR mothers had to walk a mile and we wound up just fine. OUR mothers did a LOT of things that are equated with prison time now, but that's another blog. This really isn't an issue that fills me with something even close to rage; more so, a brief, seizure-esque eyeroll, before moving on to more deserving targets of ire. Yeah, so, after hours of running around, I basically sat on my ass and "onlined" tonight, while sipping various hot and cold beverages. Oh, and I made brownies, filling the house with the smell of chocolate. I'm ready for my big, fluffy pillow and a bedtime document...