January 20, 2013

Screw you, Alberta, and the clipper you rode in on


Harry got a run and a bath, I scrubbed the bathrooms' grout, Beerman worked on the fish tank, the laundry is done, and I made up my Dr Oz green drink and my cinnamon cashew spread for my apples for my snacks at work for the week. It is so cold, I can't seem to get warm. (Seriously, -35 windchill is inhumane) It's a night for short ribs, red wine, and Downton Abbey, for sure. I really live the high life some days.

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