A few moments ago I glanced outside to see if the sun had finally decided to poke its pretty little head out, and I saw snowflankes.
On the 24rd day of April.
Stewey has passed out in front of the fireplace (which, oddly enough, isn't on) so I am going to hit the Happy Chair for a little stitchy time before bed.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know it's only 5:30, but sometimes a spinster just needs to think about going to bed.
Tragic, isn't it, that thinking about going to bed is the highlight of my day?