Sunday morning, March the 2nd, we awoke to sleet and from the look of the ground, it had been doing so for quite some time. Now, this latest spat of ice had been predicted but still…we were all hoping against hope for the forecasters to be wrong. No such luck. It continued sleeting on and off for at least 3 hours, interspersed with some light snow, just for the heck of it. Which meant nobody went anywhere on Sunday or Monday. *sigh* It’s not that I don’t appreciate having a free day off of work and it’s not that I don’t love my family, but I just wanted everyone to go ‘way. My idea of a vacation day is having the house to myself…peace and quiet, babies, I am all about the peace and quiet. Anyway, by Tuesday we were all able to resume our normal routines so our respective sanity was once again saved. Oh, there’s still enough ice around to chill all the worlds’ beer for a year, but we’re back at work, by god. Conditions on campus are bloody awful, and by awful I mean dangerous. What does the administration care, though, since we’re a dime a dozen? Meh, let’s talk about something else.
Watched a good movie on Sunday—The Butler. I’ll be honest and admit that I had no desire to see this movie. Mr. Pale purchased it on sale however, so…*shrug* I’m glad I gave it a chance. Forrest Whitaker and Oprah Winfrey both do a fine job with their roles, as does the entire supporting cast. Check it out if you haven’t already seen it; I don’t think you’ll be disappointed.
Sugar Cookie got the last of her “baby” vaccinations yesterday and won’t need another shot until she starts kindergarten. My daughter never remembers weight or height, but SC is a healthy, happy, normal toddler. And she’s smart—good golly, is she smart. I’ve been reading to her pretty much since the day she was born. Well, not just me; I should say we have been reading to her. When she wants a story read, she’ll grab my hand and say, “Booka, booka, booka!” I hope she maintains a love of books as she grows. I hope she wants to read the Harry Potter series with her ol’ Nana someday. Speaking of which, I just purchased book one of that series yesterday. No, fellow babies, I have never read the Harry Potter books. I think it’s high time I did. The only catch is I'm waiting until Saturday to start reading.
--Because on Saturday Mr. Pale and I will be driving to De Soto, Missouri for The Locksmith to rekey the doors and change the safe combination of their local Pizza Hut. De Soto is about an hour and a half drive, one way, from Cape Girardeau. You figure 3 hours drive time with anywhere from 30 minutes to 2 hours for Mr. Pale to accomplish whatever the store manager wants him to do, and our Saturday is pretty well shot. And there are usually those "Oh by the way, while you're here, can you..." situations that crop up. So while Mr. Pale is working his magic, Yours Truly will be immersing herself into the land of Hogwart's and The Boy Who Lived.