Bits & Bobbles

Twenty-four hour recap

Who says there’s not enough time in a day?

So, between today and yesterday:

:: New England had more snow! MORE SNOW HELP US OH LORD. My TimeHop tells me that on this day in March of 2012, it was almost 60 degrees. When I woke up this morning, the “Real Feel” was 1. ONE. SHUT YOUR FOOL MOUTH, ACCUWEATHER. (But really, thank you for preparing me for the icy misery that lay ahead.)

:: HOWEVER, it was also super-sunny when I woke up this morning, just after 6am. I was almost tempted to actually get out of my bed. Lest you think I regularly wake up that early. Bless all of you morning folks. BLESS YOU.

:: Something else really sweet happened when I woke up this morning… Want to know what it was? MY STIFF NECK IS WHAT IT WAS. My peppy blog post about Kayla Itsines’ BBG program did not foreshadow the utter madness that would be my sore and aching upper back muscles two days after arms & abs. I’m not sure I want to live in a world where there’s that kind of time-release pain. It just seems deceitful.

:: Here’s the real doozy of this list: my apartment building was broken into! HOORAY! (Not really “hooray,” not “hooray” at all, in fact.) My neighbor caught him red-handed, and the guy jumped into his black Hummer (HIS BLACK HUMMER NO ONE WILL EVER NOTICE YOU IN THAT GOOD CHOICE) and sped off. The police say they have a good idea of who he is; in fact, they’d noticed the car pass them a few streets over right before the call was dispatched. …They noticed him. BECAUSE YOU NOTICE PEOPLE IN HUMMERS. I like to think that if I ever decided to break bad, I’d be much smarter about it. (Really though, I’d probably just trip all over myself and end up in jail after five disastrous minutes.)

But then, there’s always this:

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So at the end of the day, things are just normal around here, really.

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