In Like a Lion.

Does anything smell worse than burnt popcorn? I don't think so... Stupid microwave.

It snowed. Again. We've had more than 120 inches of snow since December 3. Today I almost started crying as I shoveled the latest batch out of the driveway. We got at least 10 more inches and the snowbanks are so high, it's almost impossible to put more snow on them. No really, they are taller than me now, hence the wanting to sob. This has been a hard winter in so many ways, not just weather-wise. The snow is just the rotted cherry on top of a rancid ice cream sundae.

Nellie the cat is sleeping next to me on the couch. Her little nose and mouth and whiskers are twitching up a storm. I wish I knew what goes on in her head. (i.e. her insistence on scratching the walls- GEE THANKS, Nellie) This cat drives me bonkers but I adore her. Now she's awake and looking at me like I'm the one with issues. Maybe I am.

Well. I'm still waiting to hear from the person who's read almost every entry. I don't care that you're reading, honest. But just let me know who you are. I am not normally stats-obsessed, but your calling card has me a touch on edge. I'm not joking about locking this up. I don't say much of substance, but I want to be able to say it freely.

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