It was 12 degrees when I got in my car this morning. I don't like the cold. I never really mind the snow... after living in the southwest all of my life, snow is a little captivating. I love to watch it fall, I love to see the moon hit it at night. Speaking of the moon, stupid moon, has hit my bedroom window all night for the last two days. Can you say "interrupted sleep"? Wow, clearly I'm cranky.
Mike is working too much and I don't have much to say about it other than I'm frustrated. It's not his fault, but that doesn't make it less frustrating.
On another note, I have to make an appointment for Zach's senior pictures.
