I got a simple gift today.

'Tis the gift to be simple, 'tis the gift to be free,
'Tis the gift to come down where you ought to be,
And when we find ourselves in the place just right,
'Twill be in the valley of love and delight.
When true simplicity is gain'd,
To bow and to bend we shan't be asham'd,
To turn, turn will be our delight,
Till by turning, turning we come round right.

Simple gifts

We've come 'round right, y'all.

SNOW!

There's maybe an inch of snow on the ground. I don't want to go to work. Do you think I can call in with a bad hair day?



UPDATE: SNOW DAY!!!!!!!

If you can't beat 'em...

He tried his best to cover his ears, but...

Bad. Boy.

I cleaned my room this weekend, and the floor is now mostly visible. The Bubster has been loving being able to come in as he wishes. Before he didn't dare, lest he slip on my undies or trip on my shoes. Which he did, from time to time.

But NOW!! OH my, he's in love with my room. He slept on the floor beside my bed last night, and I was guilty the whole time--like he currently liked me better or something. I thought that might be because yesterday I spent an unusual amount of time with the boy. Took him out for coffee, picked up his poop, consoled him when the flickering power had driven his tail between his legs and his tongue into hyper pant mode.

So yeah, Bubba loves me.

When I came home from work a while ago, I wondered if he'd be on the blanket next to my bed still. He wasn't in Roommate's room on his doggie bed. He wasn't on the couch, which is his second favorite place to be. Next to my bed, right?

He wasn't.

He was ON MY BED BAD BOY BUBBA BAD BAD BAD BAD!!

(I don't care, but Roommate does. I thought it was cute.)

BAD BUBBA!

Oh my aching...

Which of these things do you think benefits profusely from the heating pad I'm using?

1) My right arm
2) My shoulder
3) My neck
4) My back

Answer: You're right!

I've been having some weird muscle pain recently, which is unrelated to any sort of overexertion. Unfortunately.

Fortunately, I have the aforementioned heating pad. The cord is currently hanging out of my brown velour v-neck (I was inspired). I've positioned it for maximum relief, wedged over my shoulder, upper back, and upper arm. Under the v-neck, but above the t-shirt. Wouldn't want to get burned, you know. When I'm near a plug, it's connected.

How old am I, again?

What you missed.

Happy New Year!

The Wusses were way better than I could even have hoped. I'll never miss them again, I think.


The setlist:

• Lady (The Little River Band)
• Things We Do For Love (10cc)
• Jackie Blue (Ozark Mountain Daredevils)
• I'd Really Love to See You Tonight (England Dan and John Ford Coley)
• You Are The Woman (Firefall)
• Sister Golden Hair (America)
• Lonesome Loser (TLRB)
• Brandy (Looking Glass)
• Love Will Find A Way (Pablo Cruise)
• Reminiscing (TLRB)
• Auld Lang Syne (Robbie Burns)
• Baby Come Back (Player)
• Ride Like the Wind (Christopher Cross)
• Ride Captain Ride (Blues Image)

Do yourself a favor and make a mix tape of this. And then make me one!

Holy Matrimony

If you get a chance, order the steak frites at the Federal.

Flat Iron steak (rare or at least medium rare) sliced into manageable chunks of deliciousness.
Upscale poutine -- Home cut fries with chunks of mushroom brie on top and then smothered in gravy.

I didn't order this meal. That makes me very sad. I'm sure it also made my dining partner sad, as I ended up barely restraining myself from hogging his meal. I might have to go to the Federal today or tomorrow to experience the goodness.

Oh, Happy New Year. I woke up ravenous, can you tell?