I am the happiest of campers.

And do you know why?

It's because husband hasn't had to work past two for three consecutive days!  Heaven on earth, I tell you.

We watch things.  We go places.  We eat food.  We laugh.  And we:

get hair cuts.

(Before)

(After)

It snowed here on Sunday (I'm sure everyone who lives here is saying, "Duh.").  My car still looks like this:

I wonder:  why?  There is no visible snow on the James' vehicle, yet mine looks like it came fresh from the past.  I guess it's a little bit cool.  I feel like a dead person driving, though.  Yesterday James and I were debating as to whether we should sell my car or his (we're getting a new car soon-ish).  Pros to keeping mine:  

• It doubles as a coffin (when the time comes).
• It holds sentimental value (seeing as it was once Great Grandma Frehner's).
• It could reasonably be mistaken for the Millennium Falcon.
• It has a cooler name than James' car (Birdine vs. Cheryl?).

We'll see what happens.

(Please ignore my goober face and garment lace)

Also:

To those of you who have yet to wear your Snuggie backwards (as a robe), I recommend to you.  So much comfort awaits you.