Wish you were here...

Spring, that is. It's too cold at the moment. I don't miss the allergies, though.

The truth of the matter is that I don't like that tractor trophy enough to want to see it every time I look at my blog. So here's a flower from outside the church, from last spring. (I didn't blog it yet, did I?)

Nana's workmates know her only too well

Nana invited me to go with her to her work party in December, which is why I was present when they handed out individualized "awards" to everyone. This one was so appropriate that I embarrassed myself by shrieking in astonishment.

Can you read it? It says, "Most likely to get a degree... just cuz."

WOOT!

I buyed a new compluder last night!

And yes, I am so excited about it that I am talking in 4-year-old-ese.

It should be delivered by the 27th. I could have chosen to pick it up at the store, but a) I am too lazy, and b) picking it up at the store would have gotten it to me at most three days earlier (and that's assuming I could have gotten to the store as soon as said compluder arrived, which is not a guarantee), and c) shipping was free, so there you have it.

Also, just in case there is anyone in my near connections who has not needed to be cheered up in the last month (and who therefore has not had me already tell them this): there was a goat cheese fire in a tunnel in Norway

Aren't you-all glad I have internet access, so that I can bring to your attention such essential information?