Good morning, my little toaster pastries. Guess what? It snowed again. Feh.
Yesterday’s wind never let up. I worried about the back door blowing open and ripping off the hinges*. Every now and then, we’d see some flurries. I saw some kids outside, but it looked like they were out there out of pure stubbornness. We had Spring four days ago, we’re not going back into Winter.
Shawshank came home early yesterday. The shop was closed and the boss was out of the office, so she told him to leave when all the work was finished. He took me up to the secondhand store. A woman leaving the shop stopped us as we were walking in, did we have jumper cables by any chance? Shawshank followed her outside, brushing off her offers of payment, while I went inside to look through other people’s shit.
Yesterday was a sale day, and everything was half-off. I picked through the racks, looking for interesting things. I held my breath because one of my fellow shoppers smelled really bad, and that shit lingered. Shawshank eventually came back inside, jingling a pocketful of change the woman insisted on giving him. I left with a couple of bits of clothing and a super deal on $200+ straightening iron. I left the giant mirror that I look at every time we go, but only because I don’t know where I would put it.
In between lunch and shopping, I played on TikTok. I only managed to get about 20 minutes of spin time, unfortunately.
I made us a delicious dinner of crispy chicken and Brussels sprouts yesterday. I like to mix mine in a bowl and top it with cheese and honey mustard. Sadly, I forgot to put the honey mustard on the shopping list during the last two shopping trips, so I had to have honey dill instead. It was ok.
Since we’ve once more been plunged into winter, Shawshank‘s boss isn’t going anywhere. He’s going in to handle morning things, and then call her with status updates.
* I have fears. Don’t ask.
