We had snow today. Not enough to require those huge snow plows to plow our streets but just enough for me to get as excited as a kid in a candy store. Although I am deathly afraid of driving on the icy roads, I love looking at fresh snow covering the roof of houses and clinging to tree branches.
My brother was over today and we were outside smoking (errr) just outside (in case Lika is reading this) and I gathered some of the snow from the deck and made a snowball. It wasn’t a big one, in fact it was kinda pathetic looking but a snowball nonetheless. I gave my brother an evil chortle and before he could stutter the word “NO” …. swoosh, right on the back of his head. Lucky for him I didn’t pack the snow until it was hard. Actually, I think he might’ve tackled me by reflex alone despite his right side being paralyzed.
Meg was off today so she went apartment hunting with her friend. They found one that’s in town and just a few blocks from my brother’s apartment. This is a very small town so we’re all just blocks away from each other. Anyway, she called to tell me not to cook dinner because she was going to cook for all of us. I suppose she wanted to impress her new roommate. I never turn down an offer from anyone who wants to cook any meal for us. Anyway, her “meal” (if that’s what you wanna call it) was cheeseburgers. I was like … “This is it?”
Hubby’s a good sport, he actually ate his burgers even though she burned the buns. She invited another friend (who works in the mess hall) and he told Meg no one can mess up a burger. Boy did she prove him wrong. Not five minutes after he said that, the kitchen was smoking because she burned another hamburger bun. I swear the man she eventually marries had better have an iron stomach. She insists the man she will eventually marry will know how to cook because she’s not doing it. Her future roommate already decided she’ll be doing all the cooking and she’s banning Meg from the kitchen. That’s one smart cookie!
