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On Wednesday we're going to have a Valentine's Day party. Twenty-five kids and their parents are coming. It's going to be insane. I'm in the process of making heart-shaped sugar cookies. I was very tempted to gobble all of the cookie dough on the spot, but I resisted. Cookie dough is better than cookies.
Surprisingly, I feel like I accomplished something today. I did all of my homework, I practiced Spanish, I cleaned the kitchen, helped clean the backyard, etc. I still have to practice the piano (of course)
Tomorrow Sam and I have classes. Oh joy! *sarcasm* In the afternoon, the neighbors (Jordan, Peyton, and their mom) are coming over to help us get ready for the party.
It just occurred to me that today is Monday, February 13. It sounds ominous. Actually, I'm not scared of thirteen. But February and Monday are pretty dreary.
I do not understand this weather. I don't like it. This was the warmest winter ever. Snow in November, and then nothing. Just sort-of cold. It switches too : one day it's warm and sunny, the next day it's bitter cold with a possibility of snow. We live too far south for my tastes. I like my seasons in four nice, neat blocks, thank you very much. My biggest gripe is the fact that we don't get a proper spring. It's cold for a bit, then we get maybe three lukewarm days, and then it's sweltering. I misssss spring!
Anyhow. Sorry if this post was too boring or depressing. I promise I won't talk about the weather next time. Unless we get seven inches of snow. Then I'll probably talk about it.