I know I talk about my husband alot.... oh, that's it. That's all I wanted to acknowledge and say.

My heart: "I love my husband enough to buy him diamonds!"

My wallet: "These diamonds though, bro."

Happy Valentine's Day, hubby. You make life a roller coaster (in the very best of ways!) and I wouldn't want to do any of this with anyone other than you! 

Maybe we watch too much tv, or catch a buzz too often. Maybe we're weird for having our living room be our bedroom and having curtains instead of doors in the house like we're hippies. 

But, you know what? I wouldn't trade what we have for anything. So yeah, give me the cuddles and the lazy evenings of binge-watching our shows and playing COD. Let's just hang out with our pups and live our lives the exact way we want to.

Which hilariously enough, is what we've always done! 

Here's to you, my love. I may not be perfect, but you'll never find someone who loves or adores you more.

And when it comes to you living the rest of our lives with me? May the odds be ever in your favor.

Thirty-two bottles of beer on the wall. (Except I stopped drinking?!)

Today is my birthday and while many people do their birthdays big, around here we like to keep it lowkey and small. Just us and our loved ones. And by "us" I mean D, me, and our pups. 

It's been a good and relaxing day and my husband spoiled me from Friday throughout the whole weekend. He's a catch like that. Side note, our house is currently filled with balloons, because we're adults and no one can stop us if we want a living room full of LED (and regular) balloons.

Here's looking at you, thirty-two. Please be nice to me. I'm fragile.

My diet consists of caffeine, nicotine, and spite.

Picture this, I hobble my frozen half-conscious ass into the gas station at 6:15 this morning, looking borderline walking dead-esque, and proceed to collect the caffeine and nicotine it takes to not throw myself off a bridge at that hour (and yes, I drive across a bridge to work so it would be super convenient). The cashier asks to see my ID and once she looks at it, tells me I'm still a little baby and I look like I'm on my way to high school (you literally couldn't pay me enough money to repeat high school!). She's a liar, but now I'm pretty sure I have to go to that specific gas station for the rest of my work life. 

My husband had absolutely no effing idea what a snow day was.

Remember when I said I didn't remember Landon being such a dick and let everybody know that a winter storm was heading our way? Well, guess what? It hit. And it was a giant pain in the ass. Our area alone got 7.6 inches of snow (actual inches, not man inches) and that's not counting the two inches of ice or the 30 mph wind. Needless to say, it's been a cold last week.

It started on Wednesday evening and lasted until Friday morning. I worked from home on Thursday, so D drove Doug Judy to work, but on Friday I had to come in and D stayed home. His tires were terrible and needed replaced and when he got up Friday morning two of his tires were completely flat and one of his rims were frozen to the road. 

Driving into work on Friday morning was a f*cking nightmare too. I knew that the side roads would be horseshit, but they're usually pretty good about keeping the main roads cleared. That was not the case with Landon. What usually is a 20-25 minute drive for me took damn near an hour or more and there was not one street clear on my way in. I even got stuck in our slush pit of an alley trying to get out. So what did I do? Remembered my Momma's advice and hoped for the best. I got out.

The plan was to do whatever we needed to do and stay home as much as possible. Did that happen? Not even a little bit. We didn't prepare for this winter storm and instead decided to just wing it. Probably not our smartest move, but it's what happened.

And it wasn't even for just work or groceries. D and I just had to go out on Saturday morning, because we're adults and as we all know, being an adult is the f*cking worst! Nevermind that the temperature was literally 0° with a wind chill value of -10°. Did that matter? Nope. Why? Because he still had to open the store and I had to go have new tires put on his car. Ah, adulthood. We even made the trip out to Aunt Mary's yesterday to water her plants and check on everything! And swung by Sally's to get D some new clippers and me a new hair treatment.

Tayder is hating this frigidness (I don't blame him, this cold doesn't do nice things for his arthritis!). Spart and Xur are loving it and would stay in the snow playing for ten hours if we'd let them. And D and I couldn't seem to get enough of playing in it on Thursday and Friday either. I worked from home and he got off at noon, so we had an old school snow day.

And then he had to call me out on the fact that he had no clue what you were supposed to do on a snow day, because he had never had one his entire life. Sad. So, we totally fixed that problem and now he knows how to handle snow days!

Side note: do y'all know how long it's been since I've felt the need to wear longjohns under my pants and three pairs of socks? Seriously? Do you know how long it's been since I've been cold enough to layer like this? It's been a damn minute, I'll tell you that. Even D's mind is blown by the amount of clothes I've layered on my body the last week. 

So yeah, we're all good and dug out at this point. There's still some slick spots on the roads and the snow is sticking around for a bit, but we're all good. Doug Judy handles in the snow very well and Beetlejuice is a little mini tank. 

Now we're back to our normal routine. We're at work. I need to clean our house/do laundry and go to the BMV. D is playing COD and trying to deal with the eczema problem that came out of nowhere. Like I said, adulthood.

I drive like my Momma and her daddy before her.

**random conversation between D and I while sitting on our bed Friday evening**

D: “What do you do when you get your car stuck in the snow?”

Me: “I put it in reverse and back up until the spirit of my ancestors tells me to stop and then I put it in drive, floor it and let Jesus take the wheel while using curse words that got me kicked out of Sunday school.”

D: “………….”

Me: “Repeat steps as needed.”

D: “……. you’re so damn dramatic.”

Me: “Says the man who chose to spend the rest of his life with me and then complains every time one of my seventeen personalities shows up.”

Say what you will, but I'll tell you the same thing I told my MIL when she told me she would freak out if she ever got her car stuck in the snow:

Nah. I'm either gonna get it out or get taken out. There's really only so many options.

And honestly, when you know those odds? You kind of just have to go with it. #Survivor

Apparently, I've been around longer than what I realized.

**D and I talking about random stuff standing in the kitchen**

D: “I was reading a thing that said red doesn’t hold in tattoos very well over a long time.”

Me: “My first tattoo still has the red in it like it always has.”

D: “When did you get it again?”

Me: “When I was thirteen so almost twenty yea-…..”

D: “Gonna finish that sentence?”

Me: “Nope.”

I don't remember Landon being this much of a f*cking asshole.

Apparently, there is a Winter Storm heading our way and to say that I am less than thrilled would be an understatement. Winter Storm Landon is spreading throughout the Midwest and we have a severe ice warning starting at 1:00am today and lasting until Friday. What. The. Fuck?!!?!

2022 is holding no f*cking prisoners and the survival rate may look more Resident Evil: Extinction than we would be comfortable with.

Our current location is expecting 0.25-0.50" of ice and then another 1-2" of snow on top of that. They're calling for so much ice, snow, sleet, and rain that I'm really regretting the fact that I don't have my generators and survivalist's gear from back home. 

And does that mean we are all currently hunkered down in our homes with supplies and rations? Nope. We're all out and at work, because being an adult is the worst and the economy gives literally zero shits if we're risking our necks to try and get by. I'm just seriously praying that it blows over us and we don't get even a little bit of the shit they're calling for. *fingers crossed*