Monday, January 04, 2016
January. so time for the monthly post.
Aren't you looking forward, therefore, to reading this blog in 2016? I'm all a-shiver with the thought of the thrills and spills and chills yet to be on offer here.
Speaking of chills - it snowed for the first time here today. Minor, tiny-baby flurries, but SNOW, nonetheless.
December was warm and WET, and though that would sound sexy in certain contexts, when you're talking Christmas, you really shouldn't be talking all sexy anyhow so it better be at least COLD. Santa doesn't care for sexy weather at Christmas, it makes his beard itch and his stomach sweat under that vast swath of belt he's got going on around his midsection.
And as we all know, moist belly-buttons are very sulky belly-buttons.
So yay snow! I don't even really mind the cold, if it means (and it does!) that the backyard will harden up a little and we won't have dogfoot mud being spread all over the dang house. And the mosquitoes will go away. And the spiders will die.
Seriously, y'all. A week ago we had the dang A/C on. It was ridiculous. And wonderful, too, a little. But mostly ridiculous, on account of all that mud.
We celebrated out 7th wedding anniversary yesterday. To celebrate, we both took naps, then went to see 'The Force Awakens' at the 'we're practically teenagers!' hour of 6:50 p.m. Woohoo!!
That was after I gave him socks as a gift, which is TOTALLY APPROPRIATE as the traditional gifts for ol' #7 are either made of wool or copper. His socks are made of wool. SMARTWool, even, so I expect by summer his toes will be able to do calculus, which would be a real help to me because I never learned it and might someday need to know something along the calculusy line. He gifted me with a copper mailbin for my desk (hooray! no more slidey piles of mail!) and some earrings that 'may contain copper' or might not, but they're pretty and I love them.
But not as much as I love him. It's really easy to do when you like someone too.
More soon - I have to go write the 'what's wrong with this job' report for my new boss. It's just the kind of thing I like to do, and because I'm locked out of all pertinent systems while the trickle-down from my recent NT ID name change occurs, it's about the only thing I CAN do.
My one problem: how to type while rubbing my hands together, all Snidely Whiplash fashion. Heh-heh-heh.