bitz and bitez

We're probably looking at three weeks more of bad weather. Naturally, this means that last night I lost my gloves. I have about as much chance buying new gloves at this point in the year as scout1222 has finding a scarf, well, ever.

I was in a meeting in another building from 8:00 until 13:00 and when I came back there was a post-it on my PC screen which said "Sorry I missed you." Unsigned. Don't recognize the handwriting. Didn't have any meeting that I can recall. Gah, I hate that.

I got a hair cut and beard trim last night, and mentioned to my hair guy that I wanted to get "the full treatment" (hot towel, straight razor, facial massage) when I finally shaved off my beard later this spring. He looked at me like I was off my nut. "Are you fucking CRAZY!? Know anything about blood-borne pathogens? What's the chance that Rocco down at Olympic Barber has an autoclave in the back room?"
So, that's another life fantasy shot to hell.

Sprout has decided that she'll only use the toilet by herself with the door closed. Incidence of wiping-related mishaps has increased 400% in the past 4 days.

You know what's good? Leftover spinach and pepper pasta.

Prize Find at the Granola Boutique.

You know what's good? Halvah.