Well Kimmy and I have traded in the hustle and bustle of the San Fransisco for the more laid back Bed and Breakfast lifestyle of Napa Valley.

I don’t think we are in Kansas any more ….

It has been a while since I’ve worked myself up into an apolectic fit of anger about something …. but I’ve been irked all week and I’ve stands all I could stands till I can’t stands no more.

With the 24 hour news cycle, right wingers, left wingers, and people who are generally outraged at every damn little thing I find it hart to get upset about anything I see in the paper or on TV. There are a few exceptions and I must admit I am guilty of occasionally flipping on Nancy Grace just to scream at her but in general I don’t care about a lot of things. And if I find something has really drawn my ire I get annoyed and usually just forget about it it.

Well we got the washing machine fixed, but there was trouble … oh yes there was trouble. You see washing machines are killers! They are cold merciless machines that if you mess with them too much they will rise up and try to destroy you! Oh the humanity of it all … oh wait, it’s the lack of humanity that makes it so horrible!

So we went and saw Wicked; I liked it a lot more than I thought I would. But more on that later. The show was a little over 2.5 hours so by the time we got home Thursday neither one of us wanted to go to work Friday. While I goofed off all day, Kimmy was a bit more productive.