The evening was spent at the Snow's, eating awesome nachos that Miss K made and then watching "How to lose a guy in 10 days;" that movie makes me laugh so hard.
Miss Kathleen tries so hard to be wonderful to me; she bought me "vanilla caramel" coffee creamer, because, she said, it was the closest to my favorite that they had. I like International Delights Cinnamon Hazelnut creamer -- she got Coffeemate Vanilla Caramel. I HATE vanilla with a PASSION akin to my hatred for the color orange -- it's one of those things that I just don't understand God's reason for creating. And I don't like caramel. But I was "aww, that was so thoughtful of you, Miss Kathleen." And I drank 2/3rds of a cup, before it just got too gross. I was very touched that she tried so hard; I just wish that she wasn't so fragile, so I could be like "get cinnamon hazelnut or ANYTHING not vanilla next time, please." And she was just so excited to give it to me too -- I barely got in the door before she was offering me coffee.
I was so cold yesterday I wrote a song (farcial):
Cold, cold and deranged,
from the blood that is froze in my veins;
my fingers are numb,
and I can't feel my bum,
and my toes are falling off one by one...