I woke up to find five inches of snow on the ground this morning. So I panicked and used a broom to brush the snow off of the children's garden.
Also Mabel chewed part of my bathroom rug in the night; damn dog.
I am eating like a kid this week without Jonny here to see it. My dinner tonight, after putting the kids to bed: a bag of movie theatre style popcorn and a mug of hot chocolate with squirty whipped cream. (If my stepmother reads this, she will probably gag.) It was soooooo good at the time but now I feel like ass.