Well I sat down this morning, since co-op was canceled, and started a blog post but Typepad was having a fit or I looked at it sideways or something because it wouldn’t load images for me. Me not being the patient sort I gracefully deleted the whole thing and wandered off for some more coffee.
So now the whole day has gone by and its still snowing. I’m not usually one to chuck an entire school day because of snow but I figured what the heck. Since co-op was canceled it only seemed right to just go ahead and have the day off.
The kids were thrilled.
Outside it looked like this (that’s the end of our driveway and the road out front. Our house is actually behind me)...

The girls did some crafting...

The boys did some more film making...

I tackled this... (yes Meredith, I confess, I got distracted by the alpaca)...

But the good news is I started the adult version of the cabled pullover. There’s still a few more good hours of knitting ahead of me tonight and the snow is still falling so I might even have a progress pic tomorrow.
Hmmmm....tomorrow.....something about tomorrow rings a bell......oh yes, Valentine’s Day.
Here’s my thoughts on Valentine’s Day (turn your head if you don’t want to see the carnage)...
Mac Daddy always gets a bit nervous around this time simply because I don’t want anything for Valentine’s Day and he’s afraid its some sort of trick. My usual line:
“If you spend all that money on roses just because everybody else is doing it I’ll beat you with them. Besides, do you have any idea how much Silk Garden you can get for the price of a dozen roses this time of year?!?”
Think about it people...there’s this person who loves you, who puts up with all the crap you dish out and and the moods you get in and all the good days and bad dinners and the flu and that time the dog barfed right in your shoe and the best you can come up with is a national holiday that makes it mandatory for you to stop by the drugstore on you way home from work to buy a $4 card in a pink envelope.
Shame on you.
If you want someone to genuinely feel special take them out for dinner next Wednesday for no reason at all or call them in the middle of the day just for the heck of it. Don't rely on a calendar to tell you its time to let somebody know you love them.
With me there's no trick. Maybe I'm a little cynical or distant or weird but I’d much rather you save yourself the trip to get roses (that will die in 3 days) or candy (that the kids will eat) or a card (that I’ll lose in an hour) and just come home to me.
Tomorrow and the day after and the day after that...just come home to me.
And don't ever complain about all the yarn.