Saturday, I went for a walk. We had had a warm (HA! Mid-forties. WARM. Sh*t.) few days, so I figured that most of the snow would be off the trails.
My boots were so wet I was sloshing by the time I got back to the car. Good times.
But! Saturday night was the trivia fundraiser, and that WAS fun. One lucky member of our group won the best prize of the night, hands down:
Screw the cash, give us the booze.
After the first round, we were in third. After the second round, we were in eighth (out of twenty teams) with no statistical chance of winning, so we bet it all and lost on a stupid, STUPID question about playing cards.
Sunday I took Sodapop to the vet for his annual checkup, and I really timed this whole cat-vet thing wrong, because having THREE cats who are ALL due for their annual vaccinations at the SAME time of year is a massive pain in the a**.
And then I made sausage with peppers and onions for dinner and now my whole house reeks of onions, and tell me, is this an aging thing? This whole sensitivity-to-smells thing? Because I don't LIKE it.
And then? And then? Just for a change of pace? It SNOWED.
You're shocked, I know. Tell me that it's nice and warm where you are. Please?