Thus quoth Bella, regarding Gnarls Barkley's "Crazy", which she recently bought from iTunes. Her mother's geekiness is rubbing off. Awww.
Enough motherly goopiness. Let's get down to business.
Ease Up There, Love Chop Award
I'm not one to blog much about weather, unless I'm out in it. With our car now dead (or at least looking that way), we've been hoofing it this week. The Old Lady Grocery Cart has been used twice now - once by Hubby, who reluctantly agreed that it was a good purchase and might be joined by another cart, since our family is full of locust-like children and we have such a hard time keeping groceries in the house. Not buying them, just keeping them around. "There's nothing to eat!"
But back to the weather. We've experienced quite the gamut since the stupid car was stupidly thrown into the stupid lane divider (by the stupid ice), ranging from "colder than a well-digger's butt in January" to sunny to windy to cloudy to sprinkly to "What new car? We need to buy kayaks!"
The end is in sight, as we will soon know if our stupid car is worth stupidly fixing - Hubby and I are guessing, and I admit, hoping that it probably isn't - and our mechanic, a family friend, has another car for us to look at and possibly buy. We will only have to walk to the store one or two more times.
So I'm asking the weather: Ease Up There, Love Chop. Please take pity on our footbound family. We really don't mind walking. We lack a sense of societal convention. We're armpit-hair-sprouting dirt-munching hippies and have chosen to see this situation as an adventure. But weather, can you just cooperate? Until we have our new car, or can buy a few more umbrellas?
In other news: Life rocks. We're healthy, we're happy, we're warm, we're full, we have toys to play with. The Year of Ease continues.