I had an immediate change of heart. My Shoo Bear came through for me after all, and suddenly Valentine's Day seemed like a holiday worth celebrating. I was impressed with his pre-planning, although I am sure if I checked his cell phone records, I would see an emergency call to FTD placed around noon yesterday.
I woke up this morning to my dang dogs barking for food. They have some sort of weird hang up where they expect to be fed on a regular basis. Grrr... I was completely out of dog food, so I had to rummage around in the fridge to see what I could bear to part with. This is what their breakfast looked like (brats, rotisserie chicken, bananas and of course, pop tarts):
I received a full report from my ski bums yesterday. Moody Teen broke a binding trying to "land a 360", but after a quick trip to the repair shop, he was up and running again. He settled for "a 180", which apparently involves skiing off a ramp, flying through the air while turning 180 degrees, then landing backwards and then continuing to ski backwards until coming to (hopefully) an upright stop. All I can say about that is I am glad I wasn't there to witness it. And of course, today, he plans on chasing after that elusive 360.
One of my favorite bloggalpals is Ms. Dana over at Life is Good. She likes to think of herself as jaded and cynical, but beneath the hilarious, sarcastic, eye-opening humor is a lovely heart of gold (she's going to kill me for outing her). She makes beautiful handmade cards and I was lucky enough to receive one. She only made me beg a little...