The subtitle to today’s post could be, “In which we play catch-up.”
Firstly, Lady Gretchen Greer wishes to thank Norwood for the Razzy. Norwood, a fellow terrier, graciously bestowed awards on his fellow groupies contestants in the terrier class. Gretchen is delighted that our friends Misty and Sasha were also awarded the same Razzy. (In fact, all three are clustered together – they’re to the left of her on Norwood’s site.)
Diva is a little dejected. She didn’t get an award from anyone. I’ve suggested that maybe we’ll do some sort of awards on her blog once she gets herself straight. She can be rather pouty…
So, the Knight is really all over this Valentine thing. (No, those are markers Anita sent me last year; he’d NEVER give me fibery goodies.) Last night, the poor UPS man hiked down our driveway and worst of all, up our unshovelled front walk, to drop off my new Cinnamon Keurig.
Why yes, I *DO* have another Keurig, which was a Christmas present. As a matter of fact, it is working just fine. However, since I decided at the very moment the Knight announced he was going shopping on Christmas Eve day that I wanted a Keurig, we did no research at all, and he bought the only one he saw. We’re research-shoppers, so once the Knight figured out I really liked the thing and was using the daylights out of it, he began looking around and realized that there was a model that addressed all of my wishes, and QVC had it in a color HE liked… This one does four brewing sizes and has a brewing temperature control.
Then, just a few minutes ago, a Best Buy bag dropped on my desk, and it held a Mario Kart game. Because it might snow buckets again on Monday, and a girl needs her entertainment… (We won’t mention that they’re now talking about flurries later tonight…)
So, what Valentines plans do you have? I still think it’s a wretched holiday. I remember filling out cards in school, when I was five or six. I remember informing the adult helping me with them that I wasn’t going to send a certain boy one, because I didn’t even like him, much less love him. Of course, a letter had come home with a class list, and we HAD to give EVERY student a valentine, so whomever the adult was sat there patiently and found me the most benign card in the pack…