While leaving the theater, I got to thinking about what kind of incomprehensible tripe would be in a movie called America - does make one shudder.
While away on a recent trip, Paul said that (as an example of how discombobulated he is without me) he'd gone to work one day with his underwear not only on inside out, but also backwards.
Still makes me laugh. He's awesome.
This last weekend we had some snow, and so Sunday morning I got up and went for a walk for about an hour, to assess how bad things were. I spent about 20 minutes at the top of a long, curvy, steep hill, watching car after car make a slow approach and then inevitably lock up all 4 tires and go coasting towards unavoidable collision with the next vehicle. Fortunately, no one *actually* collided when I was there, I think they managed to save all those reindeer games for the bottom of the hill. Thankfully I didn't have to be present for any stupid police witness statements, cuz it would have been something like: "They were all idiots, anyone without a lobotomy would have known this was NOT the street to drive when covered in ice."
Paul and I went back about 5 hours later just to see what the conditions were like, and the city had closed the street and erected signs to that effect.
On an icy Sunday afternoon. You KNOW that if you get the city to go out on icy roads and put up signs Sunday afternoon that there must have been some really exciting car sculptures at the bottom of that street.
Got to work from home Monday - the commute ROCKED! :-)
And, for the record, this is sooooooo sweet, I'm just psyched such unadulterated happiness exists:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UcT4paZfflg
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