Isn't getting snowed in fun? Saturday morning I ventured out into the flaky world to pick Quentin up from the vet. He had to have a icky lump removed from his neck. Now he looks like Frankenstein with a two inch incision sprouting whiskery sutures. He's been wearing a bandana that Raz left behind this summer. After we got home from the vet, I got settled for a weekend of, well not much. I slept whenever I wanted. Cooked myself a fab dinner of whole wheat pasta with a lemony crab and edamame sauce. Sipped hot cocoa. Ate half a box of Girl Scout cookies (bad, bad, bad). Read some of my favorite blogs. Had a little spa time with a strawberry facial. Watched a few movies. When the satellite went out, I thanked my lucky stars for that Netflix delivery on Friday. I'm kind of on a Mark Ruffalo kick right now, so I had my choice of We Don't Live Here Anymore and 13 Going on 30. Neither knocked my socks off. Unexpectedly, I was really impressed with A Home at the End of the World. A few friends panned it. I thought it was a really wonderful little film about the complexities of love. If you've ever been in love with two people at once, or with someone of the same sex, or a person that loves someone or something else more than you than you'll appreciate this film. I started a new compilation mix called, I Donated My Heart to Science in honor of Valentine's Day. It should run the gamut of love. Right now, I'm way over one disc's worth. I haven't decided if I want to edit it down to one or expand it to two. Lemme know if you want a copy. I liked the title so much, I entered it as a possible slogan for a t-shirt at OMG Clothing, a partner of Threadless, which makes kick ass t-shirts. I gave some to the bad girls for Christmas. At OMG, you can vote for slogans you'd like to see on a shirt. I entered a few and this one is by far my standout. Make up some slogans of your own. Or just shop. You won't be able to resist picking up a few shirts. Besides the dreaded shoveling, the snow was delightful. I love the way the air turns dry and crisp. There were so many birds at the feeders I lost count. I ran for my bird book to identify new visitors- a downy woodpecker and European starlings. Once everything is covered with snow, the neighborhood looks like a magical storybook village. A mulberry tree bough reached down over the fence for an introduction. "Pleased to meet you, sir," I curtsied and gently took it's end in my glove. As I turned away, I could have sworn I heard him whisper, "Charmed, I'm sure."