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BURRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!
Dec. 19th, 2006 08:03 amI have my feet pressed up against my little ceramic heater under my desk. I wonder if my toes will ever thaw? Yes I'm wearing socks. No, I'm not wearing shoes. For some inexplicable reason I decided to wear my hiking sandals to work. If I come down with a cold now, you can point and giggle and whisper behind your hand.
In this morning's paper I read:
Yah us. Overachievers that we are, we broke records. I find it fascinating to look at our inversion layer. At the Lawrence Hall of Science, which sits at about 1100 feet, this mornings temp read 40 degrees. Outside my window, down here in the flats, closer to Oakland than the Berkeley Hills, my thermometer read 32. For the second morning, the dorkdog did NOT want to get out of bed, much less go outside in the frosty pre-dawn and try to find a place not covered in frost to do what she needed to do. I swear she's afraid her twat will freeze to the pavement or something :P
In OTHER NEWS...I didn't get my shopping excursion with the MadGirlChild last night! Turns out Dad forgot and so we rebooked for Wednesday night to take her out and let her shop for Mom, Dad, and the Kitten with a Whip.
In OTHER OTHER NEWS...
Dear Maternal Unit. Please. Do not deviate from THE LIST when buying gifts. Sincerely, hideously clad daughter.
Two packages arrived yesterday. One from some place I'd never heard of before, the other, a FedEx envelope from my mother. The first one was soft and gushy. I sliced it open (wait for Christmas? Me? ha!) and out popped a lime-green cable-knit sweater; made in Sri Lanka. I'm sure they were paid well for their labors. An envelope containing colored sales fliers for an amazing amount of cheap crap fell out with it. Anyone who has ever run across a catalog from BLAIR, or Fingerhut, or Lillian Vernon can relate to what I'm saying here. This place makes Fingerhut look like Nieman Marcus! GAH. However, the sweater...the sweater is actually soft and kinda nice. The problem is the color. I can't wear pastels, I never could. I have just enough of an olive tone to my skin that pastels make me look YELLOW. The Enigma thinks the sweater will look just lovely on Dottie. After all she is blonde and has the right coloring for it. Now there's an idea!
Oh, and the second package? Well, she redeemed herself with that one. It contained a visa gift card for $150.00. Yeah, I guess I'll keep her. I've had her this long, besides Mothers are SOOO hard to train.
Yeah, I'll let her live.
In this morning's paper I read:
On Monday, Oakland was the only Bay Area city to break any records, with temperatures at the Oakland Museum and Oakland International Airport dipping to 35 and 31 degrees, respectively. Previous records were 38 degrees at the museum, set in 1975, and 32 degrees at the airport, set in 1930.
Yah us. Overachievers that we are, we broke records. I find it fascinating to look at our inversion layer. At the Lawrence Hall of Science, which sits at about 1100 feet, this mornings temp read 40 degrees. Outside my window, down here in the flats, closer to Oakland than the Berkeley Hills, my thermometer read 32. For the second morning, the dorkdog did NOT want to get out of bed, much less go outside in the frosty pre-dawn and try to find a place not covered in frost to do what she needed to do. I swear she's afraid her twat will freeze to the pavement or something :P
In OTHER NEWS...I didn't get my shopping excursion with the MadGirlChild last night! Turns out Dad forgot and so we rebooked for Wednesday night to take her out and let her shop for Mom, Dad, and the Kitten with a Whip.
In OTHER OTHER NEWS...
Dear Maternal Unit. Please. Do not deviate from THE LIST when buying gifts. Sincerely, hideously clad daughter.
Two packages arrived yesterday. One from some place I'd never heard of before, the other, a FedEx envelope from my mother. The first one was soft and gushy. I sliced it open (wait for Christmas? Me? ha!) and out popped a lime-green cable-knit sweater; made in Sri Lanka. I'm sure they were paid well for their labors. An envelope containing colored sales fliers for an amazing amount of cheap crap fell out with it. Anyone who has ever run across a catalog from BLAIR, or Fingerhut, or Lillian Vernon can relate to what I'm saying here. This place makes Fingerhut look like Nieman Marcus! GAH. However, the sweater...the sweater is actually soft and kinda nice. The problem is the color. I can't wear pastels, I never could. I have just enough of an olive tone to my skin that pastels make me look YELLOW. The Enigma thinks the sweater will look just lovely on Dottie. After all she is blonde and has the right coloring for it. Now there's an idea!
Oh, and the second package? Well, she redeemed herself with that one. It contained a visa gift card for $150.00. Yeah, I guess I'll keep her. I've had her this long, besides Mothers are SOOO hard to train.
Yeah, I'll let her live.
