Our pretty snow has turned into yucky sleet. But I have marshmallows (there is no E in that word, people, auuuugh) for hot cocoa. Sally got to go for a walk today for the first time in a month and OH MY GOD SHE WAS ALL WIGGLES AND LEAPS. I could use an arm massage, jeeeez.
I'm trying to make up jacked-up stuff about rockers lives while reading about things they've actually done. And... you can't make that shit up. Nikki Sixx getting beaten with a baseball bat while dying of an OD in a trashcan - the DAY AFTER HE WAS DECLARED DEAD from an OD? You... you can't top that. Not even Ozzy can top that.
...I'm thinking I need coffee with cocoa mixed in. AND MARSHMALLOWS oh my god. Gimmie a cat and a book and a blanket and my life will be PERFECT. Because tonight is: FNL and Top Chef finale. OH! OH!! For those of you watching Top Chef, I swear to god: Sam is a rough, street version of Jim Halpert from The Office. LOOK AT THEM SIDE BY SIDE!!