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.
