First of all, that was NOT our apartment. Don't want to mislead anyone into thinking that...I just really quite loved it and filed it away under "dream on fool".
Second of all, can we get some variety on the weather? I'm so tired of this cold crap. Time to wrap it up. You know I was loving my new puffer just a mere month ago and now I want to burn that thing to hell. Every day...zip on, zip off, get zipper stuck in flap thing, zip up, zip down, tie around, look like Michelin woman, repeat.
I don't need to go frolicking outside much as I have PLENTY of work to do. I sorta overbooked January and have been designing and html-ing like a mad woman.
Another reason I think I'm so canty...too much computer time and not enough outside fun time. But, it's not fun out there. Elsie thinks so and continues to romp to victory in the snow, ice ..you name it. She charges forward with constant vigor and might, huffing and puffing her way to our destination...causing complete embarrassment to my soul and society. I get one of two reactions from fellow passersby:
1. So Süß! They love it and her and cause even more disruption in my life by paying her attention and sending her tail into turbospin.
2. They tell me what I should be doing with her so that she isn't so perked and pulling or that she is dying from suffocation. Does it look like she is dying? Did I ask for your horrific advice? She does this to herself. She loves it. (she doesn't do it on the way home.)
Another tidbit: Did you know in some of my friends' home towns it's like -34 degrees. Come again? My friend Monica (Grüß Gott, Monica!), from Canada, said it's a whole nother kind of cold. Your nose hairs freeze...your rubber boots feel and sound like metal. That sounds great.
Obviously, I need some respite. Usually that comes in the form of carb loading. Usually it's not good that there's a fine pastry shop down the street...