Because it's still FREEZING here, and snowing and nasty and I am READY FOR WINTER TO BE OVER!
Yes, capital letters are the equivalent of screaming, but if I was standing next to you saying these very words, I would have totally screamed that. Went out for a sandwich at lunch and didn't change into my boots--I just wore my little flats seeing as the place is across the street--and I though my feet were going to fall off at the ankles, it was so cold. This is also probably an indication that my pants are a little too short. Please. Don't remind me. I only feign being fashion-aware anyway.
Anyway, wouldn't it be great if we could walk outside without a heavy winter jacket, hat, boots, mittens, etc. into a green environment, full of happy and warm pups who are frolicking around? Ugh, I can't wait. We are going back to Indiana for L & B's wedding at the end of March, and I am hoping that spring will have already sprung in my fair city, and we'll be able to spend a little time outside.
Last week, the Gov. released all non-essential state employees (that includes me, though I have to say that I'm a little hurt) early because of a snow storm. I was on the news! They caught me as I was leaving, and against my better judgment, I gave them a comment--I later regretted this, both because this was Fox News, who takes every opportunity it gets to say that public employees are wastes of space, and because I looked a mess. I said something bland and probably stupid sounding, but they ended up using it for the power of good. I'm FAMOUS!
We're driving back to Indy with Joey and Jayson in Eric's VW Golf, which will either totally solidify my 10+ year friendship with these boys, or destroy it entirely. I'm thinking it will be the former, as we all adore each other and have the same taste in music. I'm thinking we'll listen to a lot of Tori Amos! (I said that purely for Eric's benefit, on the off chance that he will actually read the blog that bears his name... He hates Tori Amos). But that's what you get for driving 15 hours with a girl who came of age in the late 90s and two gay guys.
In other news, things are going well here. Eric and I have started a new exercise program, which I won't go into detail about just in case we flake out on it, but as of right now, we're committed and we're SO sore. I can't raise my arms over my head, and Eric can't even sit down. We sound like a couple 80 year olds when we move, and the other morning, we both were struggling to sit up in bed after the alarm went off and we ended up head-butting each other. Ahhh, romance.
Eric has taken me grocery shopping twice in the last month with the car!!! It sounds kind of sad that this makes me excited, but it SO does. Trust me when I tell you that walking everywhere is not all it's cracked up to be. Try carrying a bag full of marinara sauce home 6 blocks and you'll see what I mean. It's fraught with peril, you end up with numb fingers, you ultimately end up drowning in plastic bags because they double bag EVERYTHING (plastic bags are not biodegradable!!! They will be here long after you and me are gone--20% of landfills are filled with plastic bags!!! This is my new mission--carry a cloth, reusable bag!), and people on the street in Boston aren't nice anywhere. They're especially not nice when you take up more than your share of the sidewalk. So, anyway, using the car for grocery trips has enabled us to pick up all the staples, and we've been eating very healthy lately, too. Hooray!
My friend Ann is going to have a baby any day now, so I'm eagerly anticipating that announcement. I saw my friend Kristen's little boy James the other day when we went out for lunch, and WOW, what a cute kid. I've known him since he was but a fetus, and he's a pretty darling little boy. He was wearing little khakis and an argyle sweater... Sigh.
Okay, must run. Not literally--I can't move my legs.