The weather’s been beautiful the last couple of days, so I’ve seized the opportunity to run. Today I got dressed and walked out the door. It immediately started raining. Sighing, I turned around came back inside and worked more on our current home improvement project, painting the bathroom. My reward for being so industrious? Just as I finished, the rain stopped and the sun came out.
I geared back up and went out to the Greenway. Crossing a bridge, I couldn’t help but notice the stream, swollen from the rain. Little Sugar Creek was in as good a mood as I was. We smiled at each other for a moment, then I went on my way, spirits high for the rest of the day.
Last week I stopped by Panera Bakery. Their breakfast souffles are a guilty pleasure. I wasn’t in a big hurry, so I let someone in front of me in line. She ordered the last souffle. D’oh!
I really wanted that souffle, but I had to laugh about it. Some days, these things just happen. This morning I decided to try again. Yes! Full rack of souffles! I hadn’t even gotten to the register before the cashier, the same one who helped me last time, sent the manager over to pick out my souffle for me. She laughed with me about the experience, and, overhearing, the manager gave me a free cookie. It was barely 8am and that one experience put a smile on my face for the rest of the day.
Thanks, Panera cafe 1218 on Fairview, your awesome staff won my loyalty and made my day.
Man, it’s cold in the den today. Why is it so cold? I mean, I know this is the coldest room in the house, but this seems colder than usual.
Why? Maybe because someone has parked her carcass directly in front of the heating vent.
Sigh.
The old Impalement Prevention Device vanished, so I made a new one and tied it on with some spare Jayne yarn.
All I want is for that bolt to be noticed. I’d say this is noticeable.
Look, I’ve been waiting and waiting for some snow this winter and it just has not happened. Obviously Mother Nature needs some encouragement. To that end, I present the snowiest comedy this side of The Gold Rush. If you’ve got eighteen and a half minutes to kill, please enjoy the comic genius of W.C. Fields in the freakin’ hilarious classic, The Fatal Glass of Beer.
