My eyelids are drooping down to my knees. Are we having another Monday?
Nobody warned me.
I’m dreaming dreams of caffeinated beverages laced with chocolate and whipped cream. These are happy dreams. Please don’t wake me.
I like the fact that my city does their best to remove portions of snow mounds that line the streets. Peaks loom high over cars making visibility very low. I run into things without impaired visibility, so imagine when I can’t see…
I’ll just leave that to your imagination.
Anyway, the city workers spend a good portion of each night moving snow. Right outside my window.
At 2 am.
At 3 am.
At 4 am.
At 5 am FringeMan’s alarms went off and I burrowed under my pillow. I vow to take extra Benadryl tonight.
Snow removers, please finish your work tonight!
A few minutes ago, I became giddy with the thought that today is Wednesday. I figured I would just post pictures for Wordless Wednesday, except today isn’t Wednesday.
Reminds me of when I was in college. I sat terrorized in my Spanish class while tests were passed around. Suddenly I blurted, “Oh no! Today is the thirteenth!”
“Friday the thirteenth.” I said, the full weight of horror falling across the room like a heavy spring snow.
In response to my worst superstitious fear, the hush burst into raucous laughter.
It was not Friday.