-Snowpocalyptic Valentine's - So you may have heard about the giant snow storm that overtook the South a few weeks ago. Unlike the few snow sprinklings we'd experienced so far this winter, this was a legitimate dumping. I think we got nine inches total. And I understand now why everyone in the south hates snow...it's because no one owns shovels and there are no snow plows. So we were legitimately snowed in for at least day...until the temperature got to the sixties and it all started melting. We got two and half days off of school and work, though, so it was like a mini winter break.
But, just before the storm started Will decided to move our car down from our driveway, which is on a hill, down to the street so we wouldn't get stuck up at the top. He did a three point turn and he ran inside and was like look I made two hearts! It's Valentine's snow! So there ya go. True love people.
-The evil knife - So we got a Sam's Club card. Which is awesome, but also not awesome because sometimes we are weak and want to buy tempting things from the bakery. A few weeks ago we cracked and we bought a nice bag of freshly baked ciabatta bread and we made the most amazing pesto-turkey-avocado-tomato sandwiches.
But when I was cutting the bread, the knife slipped and I made a pretty good cut in the top of my finger. Dr. Will bandaged me all up and it healed pretty quickly, but after the incident he lectured me about knife safety and don't hold the knife like that and didn't you ever learn about knives in boy scouts. Um, no Dr. Will, I did not learn about knives in BOY scouts. Although I got a little defensive I agreed to be more safe around sharp knives and we left it at that.
Well, the next week we once again found ourselves at Sam's Club, feeling weak and defenseless against the fresh baked goods, and we bought more ciabatta bread. But this time it was Will who made the sandwiches and cut the bread and it was Will who sliced his hand open while cutting said bread.
Unfortunately his cut was a little bigger than mine and in a more unfortunate place, so it required a run to Walgreens for more bandaging supplies, but Dr. Will patched himself up so we didn't have to go get stitches.
I only asked him about a hundred times if he ever learned how to use a knife in boy scouts.
Also, we've determined that the true culprit was actually the knife, not our inability to use knives, so the hostile knife responsible for our wounds is effectively being shunned until further notice.
Here's some random pics from my phone...
Ok, that's all. Happy March.