Where's Mr. T?

Word of the Day

Spambarrassed - Feeling ridiculed by an email solicitor about the insufficient size or functionality of one's anatomy.

Bye-Bye Gampaw! DD Daughter, Ms. En, and Mr. T. packed up and are on their way home. They hit the road at a bit past 8 AM this morning.

Aside from doing laundry, I spent the morning packing up the grandkid stuff (I keep finding monkeys tucked here and there so it may take a while) and reversing the baby-proofing process. *sigh* It sure is quiet here without Ms. En and Mr. T.

The snow is slowly but surely thawing. I can hear the melt make its way through the down-spouts and I can finally see the edges of the stairway that climbs Blueberry Hill.

Random Thought of the Day

If you really could dig a hole to China, and you did, and you fell in, would you stop in the middle because of gravity?

Noteworthy Quote of the Day

Nothing is particularly hard if you divide it into small jobs.

- Henry Ford (1863 - 1947)