Hard to believe there’s just one week left in January, huh? February may not have much going for it, unless you’re into groundhogs or candy hearts. It’s also Girl Scout Cookie season, so at least we have Thin Mints to look forward to.
Like everybody else on the planet, I got sucked into all the #berniesmittens memes. Laughed my ass off for days. I think it was a collective sigh of relief and a great way to let go of all the stress that had been ever present for 1,461 days leading up to January 20.
I won’t share any more. I’m sure you’ve seen enough of Bernie’s mittens to last a lifetime.
It’s been a pretty nice weekend. When we got home on Friday, we built a fire and watched a Vince Vaughn/Jon Favreau double feature (The Breakup and Swingers). I learned that Tara is not a Vince Vaughn fan. Granted, the guy’s no Al Pacino, but he’s pretty money in those two movies, baby.
(That’s the problem with Swingers. Great movie, but then I walk around for the next three days talking like that.)
Saturday, they were predicting snow. Great, right? Well, no…because they were only predicting snow in the southern Black Hills. So, we decided to take a drive through the southern Black Hills.
It may not look much like winter in Rapid City, but the hills did not disappoint. We were gone seven hours and made stops at Pactola Lake, Sheridan Lake, Stockade Lake, Wind Cave National Park, and downtown Hot Springs before heading home. Picked up a Papa Murphy’s pizza, played some Rummy and cribbage, had a few drinks, hooked up the Nintendo and played a few games.
Today, we went to brunch at Belle Joli and stopped by the mall, where Tara picked up a giant garden gnome. I had no idea she even liked gnomes. Even after almost a decade together, my wife still surprises me sometimes. She asked if I was okay with that, and I just shrugged my shoulders.
“You put up with all my flamingos,” I replied, “So I don’t really have a leg to stand on, do I?”