A look inside my feeble little brain.
Melanie is totally to blame for my addiction to chocolate bite-sized rice cakes dipped in peanut butter.
Karen replied to my Twitter request for topics with many subjects. One I considered was Pet Peeves, but I'm not feeling snarky tonight. I'll save that for later. The other was the epic battle: Rain vs. Snow. Which sucks more?
In my world, the rain sucks more. I kind of liked rain until I lived in New Mexico. Rain scared the living creepy crawlies out of me there, and I'm not easily scared (well, except by scary movie trailers. They scare me). The landscape is not really amenable to rain, and I drove through roads that were way more flooded than I'm used to on many occasions. I have since hated rain. My yard is a lake, but not deep enough to warrant getting out my kayak.
I don't get days off for rain (my sister in TN says her kids do, though!). I get days off with snow. I love, love, love days off.
I also love the "How Quickly you Gonna Get Up" song in the Nike ad.
Pam (no blog) from my SnB group tweeted that I should write about what would go on the ark that is clearly in order in this rain. I guess I'd just try to fit my house in the ark.
I don't have much else. I'm going to watch the women skate. I liked watching the Canadian women's hockey team get their gold medals. That was touching.