I swear, I think the WV Gazette stole my assessment of the weather for their paper today! Bastards! Honestly, I would have been reading the Daily Mail online, only they changed the font size of their obituaries and it's about a 3 point (itty bitty). Yes, I do read the obits every day, what of it?
Maybe it's just that the staff at the Gazette are boring, dottering old fools like myself and therefore, have nothing more interesting to report on than the weather? Could be.
Here: I was another unusually balmy day in WV. Let's see if they print that tomorrow and then I'll have 'em dead to rights. Hmmmph. (you all do know I'm kidding, right?).
Ah well. There's a PTO meeting at Buddy's school tomorrow evening, so I'm looking forward to that (no seriously, I am - those things are comedy gold!).
I got the school newsletter today and discovered that Buddy scored in third place on the Kanawha County Math Field Day test for his grade (within his own class, not the county, that competition is later). Yet, he says he hates math? He won't be going to the county competition unless the 1st place or 2nd place persons can't make it. Which is highly unlikely.
I really need to get motivated on my thank you notes for the kids' Christmas gifts. Then, I'll have to turn around and do it all over again for birthday gifts. I was raised to write Thank You's and I can't turn away from that. Up until Sissy was born, I made Buddy do his own, but since she can't write yet, and I'm sending cards to the same sets of people for both kids (i.e. Aunt & Uncles, etc.), I may as well just write one card, include both kids and let Buddy draw a picture or something on it. Saves a bit on stamps and my hand as well - I have terrible handwritting anyway. I'm waiting on the day when they make printers that will print your message directly on the card of your choice and all you have to do is sign and mail! Someone come up with that soon, okay? Thanx.
Well, I've got laundry brewing, dishes washing and a host of other late night activities beckoning me. Hasta la pasta, friends.