SNOWstupid

Slept late today. 9-10 ish. Not sure if I’m supposed to say the time I actually wake up and open my eyes or when I use the bathroom? What if I get back in bed and fall asleep? (I’ve heard that people can do that). Ugh. Starting over.

At around 9 am I stopped sleeping and………….don’t want to type anymore.

This morning, after I officially woke up, Zoe crawled in bed with me and we played Angry Birds, respectively, until we both became angry with the game and went our separate ways. Exchanged some pleasantries with BMC and the girls and headed towards the basement. Tried to work on our “warehouse” or unfinished part of basement. I must have been a sheepdog in a previous life. I feel like I’m herding (not hoarding!) wayward flocks around the basement or stuck in one of those puzzles you have to solve by sliding irremovable pieces.  Worked there for several hours. Had minor nose bleed and decided to stop when the music from my headphones was no longer covering my wheezy labored breathing. Really should have gotten an autopsy on Steven the canary. That is why I had a canary anyway, but I never told Steven that. I told him he was my special “assistant”, like a lab partner of sorts. Also used to have a mouse. His name was Margaret and he had a mouse friend, Buster, who was visiting and when I looked in the cage, Margaret didn’t have a head. Buster was promptly asked to leave.

March 26, 2011

What is up with this snow? Not funny at all.

Broke my newest pair of glasses a few days ago and I still have not found the missing pair before those. But I do recall them falling off and proclaiming “Do NOT forget where those glasses landed!” I forgot. Stella was with me but she is playing the “I was only two years old at the time” card. Of course we were in the unfinished part of the basement. Think there was a trash bag involved. 

Hometown voted most dangerous place to live (#4....we're slipping). Hmmm, maybe we just are better at reporting crime.