Because I said so.

OK, so at the risk of losing all my "cool" points (that opening of a sentence alone tells you I have none) I'm going to share a bit of fact with you.  I don't really think Bob Dylan is anything to be impressed about.  His voice creeps me out and I just think he's weird.  There's nothing about him that makes me want to listen to his songs. Nothing.  No. Thing.  Just wanted to make that clear.

Here's some other interesting tidbits I've thought about today while on my "day off"* at home. 

Things I miss about living in a Real City.

• Major Chain Restaurants.  Red Robin, Olive Garden, and PF Chang's to name a few.  These are no 5 star, blow your mind restaurants, but in a town that literally has 7+ Mexican Restaurants and a handful of other mom and pop shops, a damn Banzai Burger and some Fettuccine Alfredo are a distant memory.  
• Anonymity.  I like being able to go to Walmart without seeing one single person I know.  I like not caring what I look like when I go to the post office because, what are the chances I'll bump into someone I know?
• Other People's Privacy.  I love the not knowing of some seriously embarrassing information about people that should never have been repeated but was because, let's face it... what ELSE do we have to do?

Things I love about living in a small town:

• No decent restaurants within a 100 mile radius that would only serve to totally screw over my diet and add inches to my ass.
• Constantly bumping into really great people around town who have become great friends in a relatively short period of time.  Especially considering most of them have known each other since at least junior high, and were amazingly welcoming to us when we moved here.
• A never ending supply of seriously juicy gossip that makes the mind numb when one tries to figure out, "Do real people actually do things like that?"

So, what makes this random cacophony of information anything you actually want to hear about?  Because I said so!  Duh.

*My "day off" consisted of running errands with a four year-old for three and a half hours, at least three of which enduring an endless strain of questions involving "Is it time for McDonald's yet?"  Doing three loads of laundry.  Organizing Preschool/Daycare supplies.  Chasing my moronic dog around the neighborhood.  Twice.  Running children to various clubs.  Making dinner.  Loading, Running, Unloading and Re-Loading the dishwasher.  Spending a day of bliss at home and not working for the man no mo.