Snow day #1.. Let's hope for #2.

So I guess sometimes I don't mind working in high schools. Like today for example, when it's a snow day. And even last night when all the cocky college kids were boasting about not having to go back to school today (to which I wondered why they were going to go on the first day anyway?) and how they were all going to get drunk last night instead, I was able to read quite contently without a hint of jealousy knowing I would get to do the same thing. I mean except get drunk, getting drunk on a Sunday just sounds preposterous. Who would want to be hungover on a week day?!
But unlike college kids, I get paid to stay home today. So ha! Looks like the real world trumps the college world on this one, the score is now 1 to 5,897- college. If all goes according to my dream plan, I won't have to go back to work tomorrow either, which means I will be pretty close to having not worked for about a month.

And while I am relaxing and enjoying this great day off, Harlow on the other hand isn't. He is running hot laps around the kitchen like it's a race track. He has taken every toy from his toy box and dropped them all over the house. To which point I have picked every toy up and put it back, and so the cycle continues. He is barking and growling out the window at the new people moving in, I think it's because he saw their K State attire and he has become such a snot about other teams. I told him he better be nice because this could be our first shot at making friends in this town. But then I saw the girl bring in a hamster cage and I knew it wouldn't work out. I just can't take someone seriously who chooses to have a pet that is bred specifically for five years olds to learn responsibility on. It's just uncomfortable. And right when I was staring at this hampster cage being carted in Harlow just started to go nuts. I don't know if he saw the hamster, which I highly doubt because we are on the pent house level, but still he was causing such an alarm that the new neighbors looked up and saw me watching them. I probably looked like such a creep. I gave a half ass wave and instantly closed the blinds. I turned around to see that Harlow was really being a skank and had dumped his food all over the floor. I finally had to bring out the vacuum cleaner, he left me no choice. I haven't turned it on- yet. But it's presence is known, and sometimes that is enough for Harlow to behave.

Now tonight will be a real struggle between Chris and I regarding what to watch. He of course will insist on the Bachelor, but I want to watch the football game. I don't care what anyone says, a DVR'd game just isn't as good.