I Hit Someone

Can you believe it? I did. And not just someone, but a male. That's right, don't mess with me. And as long as I'm giving commands, Mr. Macho, don't be vulgar with me, or any other female. You were fun to dance with, but mostly just because I was in a feisty mood and I got to push you away, then hit you, then walk--no, strut-- away from you, across the dance floor. I love to strut. Did you really think I was flirting?

Ok, so it wasn't a hit so much as a tap...Still...

WHAT?!?

I was talking to a coworker about how it is warming up enough to take his sweatshirt off, and as he walked away he was mumbling to himself. I'm not sure, but it sounded like this:
"Yep, this is coming off...I should have warn a shirt underneath...Oh, good--I remembered."
What a relief.

Mountain Drive

I'd already kinda a hard week and it was only the beginning, so Wednesday I was easily persuaded to take the afternoon off and take a drive through the mountains. It was nice, and much needed. This isn't the best picture, because it was taken out the window as I was driving by, but it shows the frozen lake--That's cold!

See that white down there? It's actually on the water, not snow on land.
Also, I got to see this huge icicle:

Impressive, right? And yes, that is two stories.

Guess Where I Was

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