

Call me crazy, but I like my winters cold and with lots of snow. St. Louis weather, I will not miss you when we go.
This note was during the 59 degree cold freeze in our house last week.
Chris described this note as "Brady being you". Ha ha ha. Truth is I am a very courteous driver who now has massive road rage due to my 45 min. each way commute to work. I swear I only use expletives with drivers who deserve it!
Did I mention how much I want it to snow here?

A problem with our furnace kept it about 59 degrees in our house earlier this week. Brrr! That combined with the flat (like, super duper flat) tire I got last week means that for christmas this year I got a working furnace and a new tire. Yay for being a grownup! Don't feel too sorry for me though, I have it on good authority that there will still be some treats under the tree for me next week.
This note was inspired by commericals during ABC "news" (Using news in quotes, because they like to cover things like who won dancing with the stars - this is not news people! Please quit "reporting" shit that happened on your own network's reality tv shows. But I digress . . .) the other morning while I was getting ready for work. It was like Clapper commerical, Chia pet commerical, Clapper commerical, Chia pet commerical. Thinking that we might have actually been transported back to 1987 in our sleep, I did my best mall bangs and left the house with my jeans tight rolled.
Recently, I bought some presents for Chris, put the bag in my office and threw a blanket over it and said "Don't Look". Stealthy, indeed.
Chris and I are slowing working our way through the glut of DVDs we've purchased recently, which actually means that I've watched almost all of a bunch of movies lately. I feel like old age is impending when I can't stay up until 10 p.m. to finish a movie.