cold hands, warm heart. thats what i always say...or at least thats what i'm saying now that i'm in this freezing cold landmass called indiana...the temp is dropping, and my layer-age is rising, quickly...but i can't complain too long...with homemade chilli simmering away on the stove and my beautiful family sitting around the living room, coziness is bursting at the seams here at the waterman home...even with all the awkward difficult uncomfortable parts of re-entering...its still good to be home...
and now for a few first week encounters...
-at the airport in dc, a woman had one of those yippy long haired rat dogs...no problem, to each their own...the double take happened when i saw her checking its diaper...ITS DIAPER? doggy diapers people, come on...
-my second day driving on ice, i almost slid twice into the corn fields. and no, i wasn't even speading.
-i've consumed beef every day i've been back. and kyle, biscuits and gravy in your honor...
-yesterday i drove through the rally's drive through wrong...twice...well come on people the arrows were covered in ice and snow...