Do you want to build a snowman? NO.

Unless you're Bruce Springsteen. Then the answer is yes. This dog cannot get enough of the snow. It's nice to have another snow loving dog like my Geege was.

Yesterday I worked from home due to the weird weather. I love working from home because no commute gives me at least two additional hours and I can spend my lunch time getting my shit in order.

Scenes from the snow day:

Snoozy dogs, clean sheets, a man who waits for low temps and high winds to put the glass front door in, los perros waiting for ham handouts from MFD's split pea soup, Gris, my dinner.

After iced coffee, peppermint tea. Candles all day, Mae will not be persuaded to go outside, snoozy Bruce after running and playing in the snow many many many times, and tarted up my nails (Essie Cashmere Bathrobe and Sally Insta-Dri Set Sail topped with Sally Insta-Dri Grape Shifter).

And I ate. Everything. What is it about snow that makes me hungry?

I purchased The New Artisan Bread in Five Minutes a Day thanks to Rachael's recommendation and pre-ordered Fire and Fury: Inside the trump White House - not my type of book but it will go up his ass so, yes. Sold.

I kept my eye on any number of groups and accounts on Facebook for photos of the shore every time I got an emergency alert from the city. Ocean City got fucking hammered. We will not go down this weekend because they're still trying to clean up the streets and we don't need to be in the way. We'll go down and check it out next weekend.

Today it's the big ass freeze. I hope you're staying inside. I might not leave the house until Monday. It's not fit for man or beast out there.

Happy happy birthday to my father-in-law today!

Have a good weekend my friends!

Scenes from a Snow Day

Working from home is like a B-12 shot in the ass of my week: I gain two hours when I don't commute. Two freaking hours. It's the thing you dream about, gaining two hours in your day, right?

Work-wise, I start earlier and end later. I plow through things without distraction. I can change the laundry from the washer to the dryer on my way to the bathroom. And I can do it all in elastic waist pants.

There are no photos of me working in this post, because a) work is private and b) those pics would be boring. Not that these in between photos from a work from home day aren't. They're small, stupid things that feel delicious and decadent because I *can* do them during a weekday. At lunch, I wolfed down a sandwich and glanced through Real Simple at lunch, then I painted my nails (Essie penny talk) before meal planning for next week.

In the afternoon, I shoveled and salted, marveled at the sun coming out after the shitty morning, chased down the shutter that blew away with the ferocious wind, and washed the curtains the dogs rage peed on since I dared to be outside without them. And I did all of it in my polka dot pajama pants.

But the best part at the end of the day is not suiting up to go out in the cold, perhaps having to walk over human poop on the way to the station, pushing like a tiny fish in a huge school to actually get through the door and onto the train, sitting all squished with everyone in their winter coats and loud ass phone calls, then getting on the shuttle to the parking lot or hauling ass back to my car on foot.

Not having to commute helps my balance and gives me a sense of found time on those here and there WFH days.

When I work from home I can just walk over to the couch, kick my feet up, have it still be sort of light out, and know that my laundry is all done and folded and waiting to be put away upstairs.

Where it will sit...for a long time. Because putting laundry away sucks.

What would you do with two extra hours in a day?

Friday Five: Scenes de la semana

TGIF my friends! It's been a week. A week in which we had a lot of unplanned expenses of the car and dog variety, a week in which I lost the battle against the dog hair in the house, a week in which I didn't get solid sleep. So yes, I'm happy to see the return of the weekend. I need a recharge. 

Scenes from the week...

1. I watched all 10 episodes of the first season of Bosch in less than 24 hours, and I worked and slept a lot of those hours. So you might say I liked the show. I also watched a bunch of Laguna Beach this week. Hello, 2004. Missed you. Remember when people wore those hideous "necklaces?" Not a good look for you, KCav.

2. I love the nail place near my work. I go in at lunch and tell them I don't have much time. I get a pedicure, manicure, and brow wax and am back at my desk within 50 minutes. They rock. I'm still working through my nail polish collection and not repeating until I go through them all. I got Zoya Kristi on my toes and Essie Shop 'Til I Drop on my nails. The Essie has since been tossed because I don't need that so light it might as well be clear polish in my life. This nail polish using is forcing me to see what I like and don't so I can cull the polish herd. Always a good thing.

3. Tuesday night I was at the vet with Mae and Gus, who caused a scene like you wouldn't believe. Gus struts in there like King Shit, assuming a seat on my lap so he can see everyone before barking directly at each person and dog until they acknowledge his presence with a laugh or a cower. Mae danced at my feet on the floor, alternately barking and whining like Gus's little henchman. Once we get in the room, Gus pants like he's run a marathon and Mae is nosier than Gladys Kravitz. Did I mention it was raining and they tripped me with their leashes after I paid? Wild jackals, I tell you. They are a nightmare at the vet. So that was Tuesday. Wednesday my baby Geege got extensive dental work done. He had to be put under and I was a wreck all day. Wednesday night we tried to ease him back into home while he tripped his face off from pain medication. So two very expensive vet visits this week. I'll be happy not to visit the vet again for a while. Oh never mind, all three have to go back for the second part of a booster in the next two weeks. Shenanigans await.

4. Is she a hero in my life? No. Do I think she could be a hero to people struggling with a transgender identity issues? Absolutely. I wonder if the people who can't reconcile the idea of more than one type of hero in their minds are just intellectually incapable of doing so. Some people are heroes to many, and some people are heroes to specific groups of people, and more than one type of hero can co-exist in this universe. There are many ways to be heroic, courageous, and brave. One's life does not need to be in danger from outside forces or disease to be any of those things. I count suffragettes among my heroes and I'm pretty sure many people who were never denied the right to vote wouldn't. But if you told me they were not heroes I'd tell you to go fuck yourself because to me, they are. Just because someone is not a hero to you doesn't mean they can't be a hero to someone else. Heroes are personal. It is not for us to decide  who holds the title of hero for someone else. Live and let live.

5. Happy birthday to two lovely ladies today: my BFF Kim and Jana. Enjoy, friends!

I opened on a sour note and will end on an up: I read two books this week, finalized my bathing suit situation for the summer, and got my hair cut & colored by the fabulous Kristi at Sensational Scissors. I always love to spend time with her. And of course, vacation is three short weeks away from today. I'm hanging on for it.

Wishing you & yours a recharging weekend full of awesome shit.