Winter decided to screw with us today and we now have seven inches of snow and counting. I'm not looking forward to my drive to work tomorrow and I'm really not enjoying the shoveling (as an aside, why does it always seem to dump buckets of snow on the driveway when Hugh is unavailable for shoveling? The Man-Cub and I would seriously like to know). I am, however, very much looking forward to the pot of chili that I have bubbling away on the stovetop as well as to a long soak in a hot bathtub later this evening. After I watch the Oscars, of course.
Someone's got to make fun of the clothes the celebrities are wearing.
In the meantime, I am curled up on the couch, enjoying the warmth of the fireplace and patting myself on the back for not giving in to the urge that I had earlier this week to change the decorations on my mantel from winter to spring.
Be careful what you ask for...
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