My fingers are almost too cold to type this out. It's cold. Really cold. Ok, maybe not as cold as it could be but I am freezing. It's cold enough that the Canadian Geese are now fleeing from the middle of my lane and are huddled together in the grass nearby. Canadian Geese are cold. And they are from freaking ice town. What was I thinking coming here?
I had steak last night. And a loaded baked potato. My life was complete. Until I realized that I now have a constant desire for loaded baked potatoes. The angst.
OH!!! I got my hair cut today. In a salon where there was a dressing room and I went in there to put on a ROBE and then walked upstairs. How cool is that? My hair is still below my shoulders but looks much more healthy.
Ok, must go stick my hands in the oven.
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