It’s doing the snow. School was on a two-hour delay, so I was, too. Then it snowed again. One of our bosses was all, “Go home before it gets bad” and we did. I am grateful I did not have to make that drive in rush hour madness. I slid twice — once slowing and once turning.
There was chem study at my dining table, but it turned into linguistics. It seems Moo and I are deficient in pronunciation of tin and ten. We both say ten for both. Apparently. To us, those words are homophones and we need context only for spelling. Sassy and I said ten and ten to one another ten times and I didn’t understand the point. She was trying to help me say tin and I kept saying ten. I lost. Play that game at home and let me know how you do, will ya?
The Mister grilled burgers. Yes in the snow. We’re Hoosiers. The tomatoes were perfect. It’s December and the tomatoes were perfect! The lettuce was crisp. Burger was delicious. I am full.
We have once again fallen victim to commercialization and have purchased prezzies for the spawn. They are good and interesting people, clever and hilarious, and we’ll spoil them as we see fit. Now I look forward to wrapping. Wrapping is my favorite. Wrapping may be the cats’ favorite as well.
There is no robocall, no email about tomorrow’s school schedule. They like to wait until 5:11 am and that is the suck.
It’s after 10. I’m yawning. Tomorrow’s Tuesday. Bless.