Someone call A&E.
Someone call A&E.
I finally convinced Halvers that it was time for me to see Wisconsin. He thought the idea was thoroughly stupid, but Wisconsin was awesome!
And yes, the first thing we saw was a union worker protest!
So I completely thought we were over this winter thing and then we got another blizzard. Don’t get me wrong, winter is pretty in Minneapolis…
See, this is how you do it.
I used to say “Joe’s Chicken Shack” as a joke, but um…
I don’t know what was under there, but I had to yank the dogs away.
Hopefully it wasn’t a body. I watch too much A&E for that…
Someone found a solution to last year’s buried-bike problem:
Shopping is interesting in these parts.
Express shoes are still a hot mess:
This week? Early mornings, work, class, tax clinic, volunteering.
I took the dogs for an over-due vet visit. Gertrude was unamused.
She growled and snapped at the vet, so we had to muzzel her. Given what happened last time, can you blame her?
It’s about 10 p.m. I am halfway through another episode of The First 48, (my favorite TV show) when I hear an a-rappa-tap-tap in the kitchen.
Minneapolis had a heat wave this week. Temperatures climbed to the low 50’s. Roadways and sidewalks became visible. It didn’t hurt to be outside anymore – in short, it was gorgeous.
And then we got a President’s Day blizzard.
What a bizarre two weeks.
I had my normal schedule of work, class, lake trips, Jeset Bar dance-offs, and adventures around the metro:
Downtown Minneapolis is behind there, somewhere.
A gaggle of us went on the Summit Brewery tour in St. Paul.
I think they are over the cold.