Susie is singing "Let it snow! Let it snow! Let it snow!" over and over and OVER again. Loudly. Tell me - where's the Geneva Convention when I need it?
My nice relaxed Saturday suddenly became over-scheduled and impossible to manage, and there is not much I can do about it. Have I mentioned I have been anointed the president of our local homeowners' association? It's a tiny one, luckily - just our immediate neighborhood of 47 homes. But, because of this august position, I'm meeting with a landscape consultant this morning. And with the snowplow guy this afternoon, to sign a contract. If we have the surprise winter storm of the century around here tomorrow, it will be because I didn't get that contract signed.
Seems like people are suddenly expecting me to do all sorts of grown-up things. When did I turn into an adult, anyway?