Well, folks, winter went on a weekend long bender and threw up all over Iowa. And it has a nasty hangover.
All that snow that got dumped on us Sunday, 4-8 inches worth, is melting and it’s not pretty. There’s slush everywhere. And it’s supposed to get below freezing tomorrow and all that slush will be solid ice. And another 6-8 inches on top of that. Perfect.
Last night I was driving home from Chicago and just before we hit the state line, the snow started. What should’ve taken an hour took four. There were no lines to stay in; the game was Guess Where the Lane is and Pray the Passing Semis Don’t Kill You. It’s just great. The losers are easy to find. They’re the ones in the ditch or median. The winners are the ones that manage to stay on the road and live to tell about it.
I planned to be home in time for the start of the Superbowl, but I had to settle for listening to it on whatever AM station I could pull in. Just as the game was really getting interesting, I lost the station. And then my head exploded. Oh, wait, no; I just ran into the house, leaving all my belongings out in the car, and slid a little into the living room with my boots and coat still on. It looked a little like I was stealing second base.
Hunky: [quickly] We’re in the fourth quarter with two minutes 46 seconds to go Tombrady 14 Giants 10 and they have the ball.
Dory: [emphatically] Awesome. [crashes on the couch in rapt attention to the game]
Because we’re so mushy and romantic like that.
Anyone that drove by our house and glanced in the big bay window got treated to HunkyDory actually jumping up and down and screaming at the TV. But if they’re from around here, they weren’t surprised.
After the game and post-game wrap-up is when we need to do the “I’m so glad you’re not dead in a ditch” “I missed you so much” “And this semi passed me and I might have soiled myself a little” “Mom, did you get me anything” thing.
Oh, and one more time… Suck it, tombrady. Ha Ha Haha Haaaaah.
Aaaaand highlights from the trip. Sorry, I don’t have any of me white knuckled, clenching the steering wheel, face against the windshield. But maybe next time.
Ikea five. *snap*
Not sure why, but I find this cart escalator quite fascinating.
Everybody wave at the Fabulous Brit Sisters!
Limo from dinner to party… fabulous.
Playing “Bullshit” in the bar.
Because we’re too old for the stumbling drunken barfing stupor thing, that’s why.
Mm mm mmmmmm, Raspberry Mocha Mocki…something or other. It’s a big cup of caffeine that tastes like a luscious after-dinner dessert, that’s all I need to know.
Quite possibly the best cheeseburger I’ve ever had in my life. Yeah, that’s the “Cheezburger Cheezburger Cheezburger” place made famous by SNL.
What a dreary day. Didn’t stop us from enjoying ourselves, though.
So there ya go. There’s more pictures if you’re bored.
I’m cooking up a PhotoShop post, coming soon to a computer near you! I’m sure you’ll all be on the edge of your seat, waiting with bated breath. Or not.
Rip it, roll it, and punch it, dude. Rock on wicher bad say-elf.