When I got up this morning, it was thirteen below in my backyard. By the time I left for work, it was fourteen below. What is this, Minnesota or something? Jeez.
I ran out of ketchup on Saturday night, which ... how does that even happen? I thought ketchup was one of those self-replenishing condiments.
I managed to sneak a few more loads out of the old washer. It could have been a clustermess of epic proportions, but I lucked out. The new washer comes this Saturday. Yay!
Saturday morning I laid* in bed watching Little Girl chatter away. She was up on the dresser, looking out the window, watching a bird or something. When the excitement's more than she can take, she starts to open and shut her mouth, rapid-fire, making a little "click-click-click" noise. It's cute as hell. She's wishing she was outside eating the HELL out of that bird.
It's been really cold here at night, obv. I noticed the other morning that my neighbor's windshield wipers were pointing toward the sky. At first I thought maybe one of his grandkids had done it as a joke, but now I notice that every morning, the windshield wipers on both his and his wife's cars are pulled away from the windshields. Now, this is the neighbor who insisted that he couldn't park on his driveway for FIVE WEEKS after it was repaved, to give it time to "cure", so he's got some pretty out-there theories, but this windshield-wiper thing was new one on me. I am assuming that it is ... I don't know ... to keep the wipers from freezing to the windshield? YA GOT ME. Anybody?
Oh, and maaaaan, I shoulda put some money on those games yesterday, 'cause I called both of 'em. The only surprise was that the Steelers didn't beat up on the Jets worse than they did.
How cold was it at your place this morning? Can anybody beat my fourteen-below?
*Is that right? I have no idea.