Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Today's *blizzard* had us dabbling in the art of Japanese paper folding. It took me STRAIGHT back to 1989, 4th period, social studies. I believe I had also mastered the "collared-shirt" fold, if only I could find that worthless piece of knowledge. I'm quite sure it is filed next to "Techniques for making straight Asian hair curl and stand 6 inches tall".
I had all kinds of stuff lined up for Blizzard-palooza '11, and some of it got done and some of it didn't. Mostly because I have a cold (again, WTH) and I woke up looking like Nanny McPhee after she got hit by a mack truck. With a pimple/horn between my eyebrows, just to kick me when I am down, snotty and hacking like an emphysema patient.
But the power is still on, my husband stayed home, the kids are whack-job Wii addicts and I took a 3 hour nap. Which, coincidentally, made me feel WORSE. I am now loaded up on sleepy-sleepy time drugs which could kick in at ANY MOMENT, and so, much like the start of January, I am going to enter February in the time zone of a small island in the Western Pacific, I'm sure.
I'm starting to see fuzzy little armadillos.
Time. To. Go.