It’s pretty bad outside when one considers 11*F to be warm. Good God. It was -11*F when I was waiting for my morning commute train with a windchill of -25*F. I don’t care where you’re from, that’s cold. The rest of the month doesn’t look much better. I guess I’ll just hafta think warm thoughts. Maybe we can get out for some pics this weekend.
No Spring vacation this year for me. I got my taxes back and “OUCH!!!” There goes flying out to the Outer Banks or down to San Antonio for the River Walk. I would like to say that I have my Fall vacation to comfort me, but that’s a long ways away. Sounds kinda selfish when I look back at what I just wrote. We’ll spend some time with the gummys instead and let them help me in my garden as it expands. They like that.
I went and had some French Toast at Bakers Square after getting my taxes back. Maple syrup and take home pie kinda sorta smoothed some of my ruffled and burnt feathers.
I heard “Bless you little pea pickin’ heart” today. I haven’t heard that phrase in I dunno how long. Does anyone actually say that phrase any more?
What a day at work today. I’m ready to call days like today “Ta Da Days!” cuz I’d be damn surprised if I actually got anything done.