That's right... another snow day! My boss called last night after I'd gone to sleep and told my husband the good news: no work on Monday. Too much ice. We celebrated by sleeping late and watching DVRd shows.
It's good for me that I'm not working today because I filleted my right index finger yesterday while checking out The Hater's saw blade on his Gerber. Who knew the saw blade was as sharp as a knife blade. I do now. Another day out of being washed umpteen-zillion times will be good for its healing.
The cat has been exceptionally sweet and cuddly today, not to mention crazy running around, too. We think she'll be even crazier running around girl tomorrow after we go back to work. She likes it better when we're both here. Come to think of it, so do we.
Nobody has officially told us that we'll be working tomorrow, but we're pretty sure the roads will be clear enough for us to go back to the salt mines. But secretly inside we're hoping that when it gets down to 6 tonight it'll be cold enough to refreeze everything so that we won't have to go back... even though another day would mean crazy catch-ups whenever we do go back to work.