60 degrees AND a new Mac!
February 8, 2009
First off, internets, it is SIXTY DEGREES! For those of you in more temperate climates and consider posts about weather THE most boring evah, understand that we have endured single digits for more mornings than I can count and in the teens and twenties since Christmas.
So, YAY!
Unfortunately, the rapidly melting snow has revealed a six inch layer of ice over the landscape and huge piles of dog poop to be picked up in the backyard.
The total effect is of a rapidly melting skating rink covered with two inches of slippery water, the result being that Cucciolo's morning visit to the dog park was cut short as Mr. Pom and I slipped and slithered our way cautiously across the bumpy sheet of ice, searching out muddy patches on which to catch our breath. We ultimately required the assistance of a lovely lady who had on cleats to retrieve our dog who refused to return from the glories of an ice-covered hill and an empty Gatorade bottle (his favorite) toy that he had stolen from her dog-drinking contraption.
After we gingerly made our way back to the car, allowing the Cucch to run ahead - save yourself! we yelled at him - and then found our way off the field through brambles and prickers that I am still picking out of my socks, we played frisbee for a minutes behind a school. Then we dumped off a muddy, smelly dog and made our way to our favorite cafe for coffee.We were exhausted.
Mr. Pom cannot quite understand that if left to my own devices, I would actually spend the entire DAY at the cafe, refilling my latte and steadily eating my way through an entire baguette with French butter and lingonberry jam and reading my book.
Thank God for Mr. Pom. Baguettes, butter, and lingonberry jam have not appeared on the food list for post-gastric bypass eating last time I looked. Last night I ate SIX Hershey kisses that were leftover from entertaining on Friday night. A half hour later I was in a sugar coma and had to go to bed. If only I would remember these effects BEFORE I eat. So that's why you will find no snacks other than 100 calorie packs in my house.
Oh, the new Mac, you ask? Yes! Mr. Pom took pity on me and my crazy monitor that only works at a 45 degree angle. He took me to the Apple store and got me my birthday present. Right now, The Teen is setting it up for me and taking photos with which to blackmail me later.
No photos today - I have to do law work, pick up MM from the airport, and go to a wake. I'll be back tomorrow!