There’s a nice town real close to me. Well it ought to be. I mean, its Post Office delivers my mail and I have a city address showing it instead of where I actually live for a mailing address. I know. It’s weird but this is Minnesota and things aren’t always what they appear to be.
It’s quiet here and I like coming here because of the stores, the family owned bakery and the family owned steak house. And the steak house was where I ended up for dinner. And after dinner I hung out for a bit to take a few pics. There was nothing of much consequence, but a couple that were tolerable.
Regardless, it was plenty cool tonight and I didn’t hang around for too long before retreating to the warmth of my car.
It made it to 9*F before it’s bed time. Hot Damn!!! Time to break out the grill. It’s BBQ time tomorrow after work!
I hit the deal of the century today. I scanned my lotto ticket and WOO HOO!!! this fat cat won! Yeh baby! Big Daddy gladly sauntered straight to the cashier, looked her straight in the eye and said …
“Give me nothing but big bills. Nothing less than a fifty.”
She scanned that ticket, smiled, told me “Congratulations!” and handed me four $1 bills. Then she told me to have a nice day.
Yanno, customer service aint what it used to be. At least she smiled when she gave me my winnings.
It’s actually kinda pretty watching the snow fall down from the sky. But it’s also easy to say that when I’m as snug as bug in a rug in my place versus doing the commute home. Yes, Minnesota drivers must have just plain lost their damn minds this afternoon. It started with a mix of rain and frozen (which froze) and then turned into wet snow. Even my ride was giving me the flashing fish tail light on my dash to let me know the roads were bad. Do you think they’d slow down??? Ah hell no!
Somehow we managed to get home despite the speed demons who were out driving around totally without any adult supervision. Then we got to play with the snow blower which is actually kinda cool to use. Well, it’s kinda sorta cool to me that is. But it’s all good. Outside chores are done for now and I’m writing out a list for ingredients for a homemade chicken pot pie. Comfort food just somehow tastes real good during the late winter.
Why do I feel so nekkid without it? Ummmm … why is that now such an unpleasant image in my head after saying that? That’s just plain weird.