Lounging Woman Seeks Ice Cream Delivery

I am lounging around in my fuzzy bathrobe and ticking things off my to-do list today. My house is buried in snow and it is cozy in here. I wish I had a big tub of chocolate ice cream. Or coffee gelato. Or vanilla ice cream with chocolate syrup. Anyway. I have checked off four of the twelve things on my list; admittedly, all of the easy things. (In fact, I am thinking about making a pot of coffee. I might write that on my list first so I can cross it off.) I started my bar application last night. It is sooooooo long, numerous character references, every place I've lived for the last ten years, every place I've worked in the last ten years, narratives explaining my criminal history, real and imagined, etc. Yikes. Anyhoo, I think I'll put it away for a week or so. It's due March 15.

Last summer I paid a neighbor kid to do some yard work and he basically just took the money and disappeared without finishing. I was irritated but quickly forgot about it. Last night, he came back, shoveled my sidewalk, and apologized for his previous shenanigans. At first I was touched. Then I realized he was just trying to get me back as a client. Oh, well, that's good business I guess. Still, when he knocked on my door again this morning, I pulled a pillow over my head and ignored him.

I always seem to get sick when I am busiest and most need to be well. I am losing my voice, which is flippin' annoying. I am going to take a bubble bath.