Randomness

Well it was fifty degrees and sunny today. In other words, it was an absolutely perfect day to contemplate the winter storm warning and weather advisories that are plastered all over this town for tomorrow. I say, if it's happening, go big so we can stay home. That's right, we have one more snow day left at our disposal, and we won't get it back if we don't use it.

Perhaps you saw the news on facebook that I purchased a bra that fit? Well, the good news is that after a few days, it still fits reasonably well. The bad news is that I got cocky. That's right, the joy completely took over my mind and with new found support, I danced too close to the flame and found myself grabbing other bras that I was sure to have success with. I then found myself doing that walk of shame back to the return counter the following day. "Anything wrong with these?" she said. "Oh how I wish it was them," my usual response.

As the lenten chatter started last Wednesday, I pondered what I could give up, as I held onto some sense of guilt tradition associated with my younger days. Of course I had already eaten peanut m&m's at the time, and was staring down a cookie, so certain items had already been ruled out. I have vowed to be a better person some years, and I can assure you that a lack of chocolate is not conducive to such an effort. The category of being "better" is just a bit broad though, and I have not met with much success. (Yes, I am blaming lenten failures to be a better person on choosing too broad of a category.) I decided to go with procrastination this year, stopping it that is. Let me just say that I am exhausted. I realize I have forty days to spread this stuff out, but that right there kind of seems like procrastinating. The items that have been on my mental to-do list (because they were getting ignored or snickered at whenever I actually tried to write them on my actual list) for over three months are almost done!

One of my tasks was to help get my son registered for the SAT and ACT tests. He probably would have been fine on his own, as the instructions were very clear, especially with regard to uploading a photo of oneself.

Of course, I was totally crushed that we couldn't use a picture of the two of us playing peek-a-boo. Also, no matter how smart you may think your dog is, no college board entrance exams for him/her! That means you Foz, just eat your treat...

When I opened the shells for Taco Tuesday, I thought I had accidentally purchased some new open faced style crunchy corn goodness...

Hey! There is a new caped wonder in town! (Unfortunately she is actually several hours south.) Check out Kirby's caped quest for spring, complete with lining and a hood! (so jealous)

And guess who's back? the Random Hostess with the Mostess...STACY!