Dumping snow, now. Maybe, just maybe, we'll have another day off school tomorrow. And then I can stay home and get really bummed out again. I LOVE doing that.
In other minor news, last night Sam and I went to CVS to pick up a prescription. When I was backing out of my parking spot, I stopped short because there were three missionaries walking behind me. One of them held up his hand, and I was convinced he flipped me off. CONVINCED.
Horrified, ready to scold the naughty young one, I threw open my door and yelled, "Excuse me, but did you just flip me off?!" You should have seen the fellow shudder, cringe. I thought he would weep. "No no! I was just holding my hand up to say thank you!" I apologized, told him I was LDS, hence my concern.
For some reason this incident was wildly funny to me. I don't know that the poor missionary felt the same way.
Oh, and, I slipped on the ice again today. This time I landed on my side, which is also cushy. It made my shoulder ache so much that the doctor insisted on an x-ray to check for fractures. No fractures. I'm as fit as a fiddle. If fiddles can have raging PMS.