Friday, January 05, 2007

Snow Day

It’s been snowing for two days straight. I don’t expect to have a lot of people turn out for my DS-8s baptism. Heck, I don’t think we would go if it wasn’t our son.
DH shoveled everything out last night and I planned to run to Stansbury Park to do a story, go grocery shopping and drop the bills in the mail before people expecting money decided it was time to turn things off.
But after several vain attempts to contact the people I planned to interview in Stansbury I looked out the window and decided I could make do with what we had in the house.
In my case making due involves calling for pizza and eating the Jr. Mints left over from Christmas. I really don’t like Jr. Mints, and vowed not to eat them. But then again, they are covered with chocolate.
As to the bills, I paid some of them by phone ~ so I should be able to stay on line, warm and have working light switches for a few more days.
I’ve been putting stuff on my cat, again.
You do that sort of thing when you are snowed in and don’t want to clean toilets


Karen said...

If I was a stay at home cat minder would my little butt nugget >^.^< let me put stuff on her? I wonder.

Thank you for commenting that Gigi is being mean because she misses me. I hope it is this rather than a desire to make me feel horrible.

Wyo sis said...

Putting stuff on the cat is a time honored snowed-in tradition. It originated in the British isles in the early 900's BC when the Celts drunkenly dressed cats up and sat them around a round table. Things just went crazy after that.