So today I was in the midst of a brief text message conversation and it occurred to me that women can't write their names in the snow. I mean, I'm sure some have tried but I'm willing to bet "my cursive is going to be perfect" is the last thing that runs through their heads (or your heads, assuming more than one woman reads this) when they are shoveling the driveway and have to go (also assuming that women shovel the driveway). This struck me as quite sad. Not only do you have to put up with menstruation, makeup, and the need to wear matching clothes, but you don't get to make cute designs for everyone to ponder, or to simply state that "you were he . . . . " (sorry, ran out). Well I guess it's up to me then. Because none of you ever have I will write your names for you. Every time I pee in the snow I'm going to write a different female name, well, for as long as I remember too. There will be a Veronica, a Candy, a Laverne . . . oh yes, all the greats, all the not-so greats, and likely some I make up. But sorry ladies, the first of the season belongs to "Joe" (with as many squigly underlinings as I have the will to supply). See that, I'm giving back.
Till next time.
P.S. I realize it's spring, I guess seasons don't effect (affect?) my mind wandering.
