Brrrrr, It's Cold Out Here...

In honor of my birthday, some of my family members took me out for a meal and since I got to choose, I picked brunch at my favorite breakfast place. I had a delightful meal with delightful company and then happily pranced out to my car to find a not so delightful tow truck driver getting ready to tow my car. I had parked in a chiropractor’s office parking lot and even though the restaurant was just two doors down, they don’t share lots. I received no ticket – just a gruff, “You’re not supposed to park here! There are signs posted everywhere, dumbass!” Well, he didn’t say the dumbass part but I felt like he wanted to. And I felt like one. I called the chiropractor on Monday to complain but it turns out, he has Saturday office hours once a month so I didn’t really get to adequately bitch about it. I think I just don’t care anymore.

On the coldest day of the year, I woke up and there was a spider on the wall in my hallway. He was a pretty good-sized spider but not as big as Herman. (Herman was a huge spider - his body was about the side of my pinky up to the first knuckle - that Brian caught and fed dead flies to when we were little). I looked at him and felt pity and admiration at the same time. I was bundled up in fleece and had cranked up the thermostat. (And by “cranked up” I mean “increased the desired inside temperature from 66 to 67 but it never actually gets up to 67.”) That brilliant spider had found the warmest, most internal wall. I can’t stand killing bugs/spiders/other insects so usually I just put them out but it was so cold and he was so smart that I decided to let him stay. We would chill out together. Or I guess, try NOT to chill out. Later in the day, he was gone.

My two random thoughts: I am regularly sleeping through the night now (in case anyone was worried), and after extensive taste testing, Pop Secret Homestyle Butter is the best flavor of popcorn.