Tim is going on his annual we're-insane-so-we-camp-in-February-in-the-Midwest camping trip,
Hee. The bug has bitten both of our SO's. Mine is on his now. He came back midday all hopped up from canoe fishing with his buddies and hearing the ice creak, and needing supplies like, oh, say, firewood. But he's really happy to be outdoors. I think he's crazy, but I admire his toughness. I like the outdoors like anybody else, but I like it to not have such high odds on offing me.
To be fair, they're camping 3 hours south in Kentucky, and it's actually going to be a high in the mid-40s tomorrow and low 50s Sunday. That's actually not bad weather if you're energetically hiking and such.
One year they went and it got down to 10 degrees at night. TEN. They're insane. But they go in February deliberately because the park is basically empty then (read: no drunk rednecks shooting guns at random).
I am watching a crazzzzy what not to wear right now and drinking glass of wine and I have a kitty on my lap. Tomorrow spinning and yoga and dinner at friends. Sunday is bike swap where hopefully bob will get a bike and friends over for dinner.
Yeah, high's in the 40's today, 50's tomorrow. But it'll still get down to about 17 tonight, 25 tomorrow night.
The SO says that he likes it because the bears, snakes, and bugs are all asleep, and the crowds are at home. I would much rather swat a few mosquitoes than sleep in 17 degree weather. But he's anxious to try out some of his nifty new cold weather gear, so more power to him!
The SO says that he likes it because the bears, snakes, and bugs are all asleep, and the crowds are at home.
We have the same SO. Eerie.
With all these SOs away, there should be a Buffistas slumber party.
I am doing precisely nothing this weekend.
Today was a royal bust--I called in actually sick halfway through the day, but my boss kept calling me anyway. It's not just my head, my stomach is up in arms. Really, really, bad. And as a result, I plowed through my pain meds, so I'm SOL until Monday for those. I fucking hate this.
But I can barely move. Or talk. Typing not fun.
OMG, Steph, five years?!? REALLY?!? When did those go by, my god?
SRSLY!!
All of my weekend plans have been rearranged since this morning. Had spontaneous drinks with a coworker this evening. I will not have a planned date tomorrow (he's sick), will have family dinner tomorrow (instead of Sunday), and lunch with a friend Sunday. Maybe boot shopping somewhere in there, but otherwise a fair amount of lounging.
So egyptian revolution,huh? Yeah, that's all I've got at the moment.
Mine doesn't get back until Wednesday, so Valentine's Day will be spent snuggling up with my TV BF, Matthew Grey Gubler. DH reports the first day of his motorcycle trip was a ride through really freezing weather. Not fun on a bike, where you make your own wincdchill. On the plus side, he got to Jackson (Mississippi) and found that there is a rodeo in town!
Last day of the temporary job, so it was kind of a sad-making day. The work itself is pretty boring, but it was a great crew to work with, and also, I think we did a pretty damn good job.
This weekend, I've got to get major work done on my programming project due Friday. And also start sending out resumes in earnest again....
