Saturday, January 22, 2011

Saturday Freeze


We woke up in the wee hours of morning to no heat.

It is 5 degrees outside. 50 degrees warmer inside.

I use the word "warmer" loosely.


We ate chocolate waffles by the glow of the space heater.

A man with a very Amish-sounding name is on his way to save us.



It's all good.

And it's even better, because I'm going on a date today with a certain CMB.

I have Colin Firth and carbs in my immediate future.

This just in: Mr. Amish is on the phone.

Cory said to him, "It blows..."

("...it just doesn't heat")

There was a very exaggerated pause between those two statements.

It cracked me up.

Perhaps because my good sense is frozen.

And I’m in need of more carbs.

With a side of Colin Firth