Where Did The Month Go?

It's hard to believe that this is the last day of January.  Where did the month go?  Here in the Ville, most of January was consumed by 13 inches of snow and ice, and a week and half of single-digit temperatures.  But all in all, this first month of the year went by very quick.  I am hopeful for February to go by just as quick.

A Day Of Rest

 Three days of birthday partying wore me and the Old Man out.  As soon as my Favorite Cousin and her Dear Husband pulled out of the driveway, we were in our LazyBoys resting, where we stayed the majority of the rest of the day.  My cousin texted me last night and said they were tuckered out, too, but it was a happy tuckered.

The Partying Continues

 The birthday partying continues.  Yesterday, my Favorite Cousin made my requested spaghetti with her Dear Husband's family recipe for spaghetti sauce.The recipe is over 100 years old, But I digress.  Today the attention will be on the Old Man as we celebrate his birthday. 

Let The Partying Begin

 My cousin just texted and said they are about 30 minutes from The Compound.  So on half an hour, the birthday celebrations will officially begin.

Stay tuned. 

I Called It

 I sure called it: it was in the low 40's when I went to the grocery store this afternoon, and sure enough, I saw couple of guys wearing shorts, one of which was wearing sandals.  There are no words.

I don't know why this bugs me, but it does - the girls wear Ugh boots when it's 60 degrees, and the boys wear shorts when it's 40.  

Let The Partying Begin

 My friend Becky and her therapy dog Waffles came over this afternoon for a birthday visit.  Before that, the Old Man and I got hair cuts so we will look good for our birthdays.  But I digress.  Becky gave me one of the coolest bracelets I have ever seen, and gave the Old Man a 10 year bottle of favorite Bulleit bourbon.

After Becky and Waffles left, I did some preliminary cleaning in preparation for my cousins' visit on Sunday.  All is going according to what I have planned.  For now, any ways.

File Under: WTF?

 Once again, I have to say WTF.  I had to go to Tractor Supply this morning to get feed for Large Marge.  It was 8 degrees at 10:30.  I shook my head in disbelief as I saw people going in and out of Tractor Supply and the next-door Planet Fitness in hoodies, and some even in shorts.  There are no words.