December Daily 9 and 10

-1 degree.  That was the temperature as I drove to work yesterday. I don't mean to complain, but couldn't my forefathers have chosen a warmer place to set roots?  I know I could up and move, but I think I have admitted previously that I am lazy.  Packing up a room of scrap supplies is enough for a person to get assimilated once again to the frozen state that is Minnesota.  I just want it known that in my next life I am going to live in Hawaii.  Oh and I am going to be a size 5 even when eating all the sweets and fat I wish.

Speaking of sweet and fat, here's a couple more December Daily pages.

Day 9 Santa Claus is Coming to Town was on television.  I grew up with the puppet stop action animatronic (or whatever you call them) holiday specials and whenever they are on my remote control stops working and forces me to watch it again.  Brings back great memories, but it also makes me wonder why anyone would leave a baby outside of Bergermeister Meisterberger's house.  Come on!  He's a creep.  Probably always has been and always will be.  Do you really want to abandon your baby to a creep?  I guess it worked out in the long run, but I think there was a bit of divine intervention helping out on that one.  Thank goodness for Tanta Kringle.  Whew!

Day 10 was the beginning of the snowstorm that hit Minnesota with a vengeance.  Fearing being snowed in for months I had to run to Target to get nothing.  This was all explained in the previous blog posting.  What I didn't tell you is that upon leaving I stopped and stood in line for a Salted Caramel Hot Chocolate.  It was my turn to order and the 16 year old barista said she was closed.  Now I have a decision to make.  Do I cause a scene and point out I had been waiting for five minutes and stamp my feet at the unfairness?  Do I point out she is closing five minutes early?  Or do I say thanks for saving me the calories and the four bucks?  A little of all.  I didn't cause a scene, but I did give her the hairy eyeball as I left.  Why not let her have it?  I just don't know.  I think deep down I knew Santa was watching.  That tends to keep me from ripping out someone's eyeballs.