The husband bought himself a sled for his birthday. Since this is his first, does he buy a small, fairly tame beginner’s machine? Noooooooooo. He gets some screaming 800 Polaris which—he proudly proclaims—will do a buck-twenty. Yay.
Note to self—Tinker with life insurance
To pick it up we drove through the area where Janet Evanovich lives. I’m hoping some of her fabulousness just lingers in the air over there and I brought some home with me. :lmao: Success cooties!
I’d have taken a little detour by JD Salinger’s place, too, but *gasp* I think if he hadn’t done the recluse thing, he wouldn’t be nearly so famous. Yeah, I know…literary blasphemy. You might wanna watch for lightning bolts before asking my opinion on Ernest Hemingway, as well. Dashiell Hammett, however, rocks my world.
Anyway, I digress…can you digress if you never really had a point? Hmmm…I’ll be like Scarlett and think about that tomorrow.
Oh, we also got that Hallmark promotion this year—the snowman playing the piano and singing Christmas songs—and he’s adorable! Everybody should get one!