Observations of Domestic Shorthaired Cat in natural habitat.Author: Uncle Crappy.Subject: 7-year-old male (Miles).Habitat: Apartment.Times: Approximately 8:30 a.m. Sunday, Feb. 18; approximately 6:10 a.m. Monday, Feb. 19. Sunday, Feb. 18.Observation: 1) Author awoke to discover spool of neon green gift-wrap ribbon (pictured) wrapped around several items (boots, water dish, ski poles). 2) Ribbon was not present… Read More study.
I’m not sure what to call what’s been falling for the past several hours. I know our truck was covered with ice when I walked out to the parking lot to head home. I know that the truck was pelted with something frozen during the entire trip. And I know, thanks to The Wife, that… Read More snow. and other stuff.
I woke up in the Rocky Mountains instead of the Appalachian foothills. Seriously, it’s dumping outside, and I wish I was stuck at Seven Springs instead of writing about the weather in the newsroom. I’m sure our friend in Yellowknife is probably amused at our hysteria over a snowstorm — after all, it’s a balmy… Read More milk, bread and toilet paper.
The post from earlier this evening jogged something deep inside my brain, allowing me to complete the FOG weekend wrap-up and get it posted at the Fog Hog Blog. You know where to find it.
Ahh, the midwinter doldrums. Work is less exciting, not a whole lot of fun outside the office, and potential Uncle Crappy posts get piled up in my brain like the mounds of laundry I have to get around to doing one of these days. Last week was a little frustrating, because on Monday I had… Read More well. uh. see…
Sorry. I’ve been frozen. I’ll post more when my fingers thaw.
