There is a phenomenon that happens in the town where I live that I'm particularly fond of. Whenever it snows, even just an inch, the entire city collectively winks, smiles, and shuts down so that everyone can have a bit of a holiday.
We got over an inch of snow. I'm at work.
What is wrong with this picture????? And I don't even have a window to look out so that I can at least enjoy the sight of snow. No, I was too busy getting up throughout the night to see if we got anything, so now I'm exhausted. And at work.
Did I mention the adulting thing earlier? I'm getting lots of practice.
Anyway. Time to shake it off, put on big girl panties, and move on.
Boy, am I rusty at this writing thing. I've been staring at the monitor for five minutes since I wrote that last sentence, trying desperately to come up with a subject that is both witty and entertaining. I discarded discussing how stupid boutonnieres are, mostly because I am physically incapable of spelling boutonnieres. Then I thought about describing the perfect snow day, but that just made me depressed. Then I thought about talking about the book I'm reading, but that's probably only interesting to me.
That's it. I must be boring. That's more depressing than having to work on a snow day!
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