boy howdy…

Neon Question Mark SmallDoes anyone know what happened to last week? I sure don’t. It all started with the inaugural party I spent the day at on Tuesday — which was fine, as in verra fine — and went south from there. I was out more than in; gone more than here; absent more than present. Okay, that last one might have been my brain. Just sayin’.

It was capital C cold last week. Colder than this northern girl likes. Who am I kidding. I’m a southern girl — well, the boot of a border state — trapped in a northern girl clime. I hate the cold. By the time I togged up every day last week,  I looked like the abominable penguin sporting aviator sunglasses.  And let me say right now that the toque is the ugliest snow gear on the planet. The  u g l i e s t .  Go ahead. Google. I do not have a toque head. I do not know what kind of head I have, but it’s definitely not a toque head.

This is the burning Monday morning question. What is your most desperate act of procrastination?

Oops. Sorry. I had to stop and watch an ugly toque jog down the road. Penguin head. Def.

The last resort of procrastination. The bottom of the barrel.

I’ll go first.

Rolling pennies.

Yep. Counting out fifty pennies at a time and rolling them in those little tube thingies, which come in plastic AND paper, just for mindless variety. Yep. I hit a new procrastination low on the weekend. Rolling pennies.

Okay. Entertain me. Fess-up.

Here’s your Monday morning humor. Go on. Look.

Hello Monday.

Elen