Today is Ryan’s dad’s 60th birthday. We missed the donkey going into the church (seriously – they have a live donkey that processes into church) because we went to early services so we could come home and assemble the grill he got for his birthday. We were planning on making hamburgers for lunch, but when you look outside it’s a winter wonderland, with snow coating everything. And it is NOT warm. Not really fabulous grilling weather. We are having lasagna instead.

I’m so anxious to get our grill out. It is still under a couple feet of snow because it is back in a corner where it doesn’t get much sun. The half a foot of extra snow we got this week did not help. I’m so sick of snow and cold. I want 70 degrees and sunshine.

I don’t know what else to talk about. Perhaps I will go read my book for a while. Oh! Speaking of books, I just got The Year of Fog in Friday’s mail from Fiona Picklebottom (at least I’m pretty sure that’s what it is – I haven’t even opened it yet), and I am super-excited to read it once I finish Mr. X by Peter Straub (I figured that since he’s written with Stephen King before I would probably like him – so far so good, although he uses lots of weird language in this book, which makes for kind of slow reading). Yay for free books – especially ones I wouldn’t have picked up on my own necessarily!

I will leave you with this quote from Stephen King, “Any word you have to hunt for in a thesaurus is the wrong word. There are no exceptions to this rule.”