Hey, SNOW!
Right?? Who knew?
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Hey, SNOW!
Right?? Who knew?
OMG, my boss is already killing me this morning with her idiocy, and we haven't even spoken.
We got more snow last night but today it's going to be 40 degrees!! And rainy!
And tonight: t-storms!
And tomorrow night: more snow!
The weather is just nutty.
Apparently it's going to be like 60 here on Wednesday. Crazy!
Also, apparently my boss was on vicodin all weekend, so that could explain her current nuttiness, I guess.
The snow here has slowed up quite a bit and it is not sticking. I hope the rain holds off until I get home tonight.
The weather is just nutty.
It's threatening to hit 80 degrees here today. We actually had to turn on the A/C last night.
Today we've got "Wintery Mix" on the menu followed by "Freezing Rain."
I'm stoked.
Today is supposed to be lovely here. I'd rather have worked Friday and had today as a snow day (sorry, "freezing rain day", since I finally get the place to myself today. I love my father, but I'm kind of used to being alone by now. Also, the painter will apparently start with my room -- the only room in the house with all my belongings strewn across the floor. Grrrreat. He couldn't have started with either of the two unoccupied bedrooms?
Remember, the reports of a street being closed in my neighborhood last week because of a "meth lab" situation? Turns out that was actually the house of a friend of mine whose husband is an antiques dealer. There was some kind of warrant out because there was a question about an antique firearm he'd gotten being possibly stolen. It's all very confusing. Anyway, city police basically ransacked my friend's house. And, evidently, they left a list of stuff they removed from the house and there are several things missing that they didn't take (including some of my friend's husband's National Guard equipment).
A mutual friend posted the real story (as far as we know it at this point) in the comments here:
Not that the press have done any kind of followup. So his 14-year old kid has to go to his school in the neighborhood today and have everybody think his dad's an arms dealing, meth lab runner. it is messed up.
Random post-Super Bowl and Puppy Bowl thoughts:
1. Tom Petty: Much though I love him, he was in the end less delightful than either Prince or kittens.
2. Football would be so much improved if it took a cue from the Puppy Bowl and allowed the ref to blow the whistle on some random player, tell him "You are a dirty dog," and carry him off the field tucked under one arm like a sack of potatoes. Granted, this would require some truly massive refs, but it'd be wonderful.