Sadly, I don't think it's cold enough here for a cold day. Even though it's DAMN COLD.

In other news, apparently an actor from Oz and etc., Granville Adams, was charged with accidentally killing someone via elevator shaft -- he shoved the guy against elevator doors, and they opened. [link] Ugh.

And, Happy Birthday, Victor!!

Oh, yes! Many happies, Victor!

DH keeps asking why I am watching the puppy bowl- then 2 seconds later he can't keep his eyes off it.

Me to Tom: Thanks for watching the PuppyBowl with me.

Tom to me: Oh, that's OK. It's strangely hypnotic. Ooh, that dog has a puffy tail! Here, Puff Puff!

I swear I never understood the crazy screaming girls at Beatles concerts until I saw Prince in concert. I could not stop screaming like a girl. It was kind of embarrassing.

Oh, yeah. I could not stop screaming, singing, jumping, dancing. This also happened at the Pixies concert, though that was more of a rocker flaling, rather than a sexualized frenzy flailing a la Prince.

On the one hand, Superbowl. On the other hand, Prince's Hair.

SO TRUE. Also, So Funny. It was a draw, I think.

Happy Birthday, Victor!

It's very, very cold here, too. Below zero this morning with just about every school in the county cancelling because of the cold.

My neighbor is dogsitting two very large dogs and there was much vocalizing and posturing through the fence this morning between mine and his guests.

Happy Birthday Victor!

Happy Birthday Victor!

It's -11 degrees out.

Oh, also, now I want a golden retriever puppy. I may just steal the PuppyBowl's own "Action" Jackson.

I do not like this cold. I do not like this cold weather. My car does not like this cold weather. Shocks were like nuh-uh. I don't think so.

In summation: bleh.

It's -11 degrees out.

This is what I like to hear! Because then I can think, hell, it's balmy here! 10F, FTR.

I just realized I have an assload of work to get done this week. At least my boss is out, so I won't have to waste time talking to her.....