I didn't request the sleet and snow... and Harrison and I don't do slick roads, so it was by the grace of God and my good friend that I had something to do outside of my apartment this weekend.
Friday after work I went to a craft store, anticipating cold weather during The Hater's absence... I found a mosaic picture frame kit and some paint-by-numbers on clearance. I made the frame Friday night and painted all day Saturday. It was fun times because I've embraced my dorkness.
I would have painted again today, but my friend gave me other options... and we ate lunch, went grocery shopping, and listened to Annie while we put together a puzzle and ate homeade soup. Good times. And tasty, too. So it was a good day.
A cold, sleety day, but a good day nonetheless. I'm not any more ready for the weekend to be over, and I'd be lying if I said that I wasn't already mourning Monday morning.
One quick story before I turn into a pumpkin: Friday night I stayed late at work to help some people and didn't get h0me until close to 7pm. It was dark and cold outside, and I dropped off all of my goodies at the door to turn on the heat. I was coming across the corner of the hall when I heard someone typing on the keyboard. What? I was the only person here, it couldn't've been someone typing on the keyboard! Like a scene out of any proud scary movie, our heronie tiptoed around the corner thinking about all of the scary movies she'd seen warning people not to look in the closet -- and I held my breath as I entered the dark, bonus room, listening to the clickety-click-click of the keyboard, nobody was in the chair. This probably should have made me feel better, but I immediately thought that I might have rather it been a real person as opposed to a ghost... but I plowed onward... And as I crept slowly upon the keyboard, looking for keys that typed themselves, instead I found the same, boring, not typing keyboard - still sitting next to the window as it was sleeting outside.
My clickety-clicks were frozen precipitation, and it's been so long since I've heard or seen rainfall around here that I'll take any scare to turn the brown grass back to green. I'm aching for some green... and did I mention that it's still cold out??
Post tally: Two points for you if you caught the Labrynth reference, with five additional points if you can sing the song. One point if you prefer the original Annie to the Disney version. One additional point can be added for every 'oh-no-there's-a-ghost-in-my-closet-type-scare' that you've had.