I wonder if too many people, like me, have too many days when they have
- too many tasks to do and
- too many things going wrong.
Yesterday — during too many minutes of very severe weather — we lost too many services, including our
- phone, AND
- cable TV.
After waiting too many hours after losing those too many things at 4 PM, I called too many Verizon phone representatives, only to be told after too many minutes that it would take too many days before a technician could come to restore our services .
Now, before too many more moments go by, I am going to dial too many numbers on my cell phone to make too many demands that a technician arrive here before Friday.
As has happened too many times before, this inexplicable and sudden loss of too many machines evokes too many memories, for me, of other machines breaking down (including pacemakers, when I was too young).
Too Many Images?
Too many cupcakes, team?
I took too many photos, yesterday, trying to capture too many giant pieces of hail that were making too many loud BANGs outside my supervisor’s office. Don’t spend too many minutes trying to see too many hailstones in those photos. Instead, here are too many photos of the aftermath:
It’s taken me too many years living too many miles near Boston to realize there are way too many days of ridiculous weather around here.
(too many sighs)
Not too many hours after I took too many photos of too many giant hailstones and too many fallen leaves, my son, my boyfriend and I spent too many hours without any internet or TV. However, we didn’t waste too many words complaining. Instead, we had too many moments of fun and connecting together.
Michael, Aaron, and I had too many conversations about too many topics that too many people might think were too many standard deviations away from normal, including which American presidents our two cats resemble. Too many of us agreed that
Oscar looks like James Madison and
Harley looks like Millard Fillmore.
I assume there are not too many people who are going to understand all the too-many words of this post because, again, I didn’t get too many hours of sleep. I also assume that my readers have too many manners to express judgment.
Now, there are too many tunes to choose from, as usual. Would I be making too many demands if I asked for musical help from too many of my readers?
I doubt too many of you would suggest this:
“Hail to the Chief” is available in too many versions on YouTube.
Too many hails to my* son, to my* boyfriend, to my* supervisor, to my* cats, to my* eyes, to my* ears, and to my* readers — of course! — for too many things to mention.
* Too many “to my”s?