Dean, Viola and Avery are beneath the hotel room window throwing snowballs up at me right now. I'd be out there if I wasn't already in my pajamas. Well, and if it wasn't FREEZING. If we are living for the moments, this is one of them. I can't remember anything that broke up the monotony of my childhood like a little snow. We went to the snow a few days back, but that is in no way as magical as the kind that comes to you.
I have plans to meet my friend Margaret at our old breakfast hang-out. Stamos. It is one of those great little cafes that only the old people go to(well, except us) and they give you a whole pot of hot water when you order tea. They have the best biscuits and gravy in the whole world. I've never even been to the south, but my grandfather was from Orange, Texas which is pretty close to the Louisiana border. So, I think I've got a touch of southern girl in me. When I eat breakfast, I like it to be a real stick-to-your-ribs kinda breakfast. Margaret and I used to work at Community Living on the night shift. Many a morning, after our shifts we would head over to Stamos before going home to crawl into our beds.
Tomorrow is New Year's Eve. I've got to start working on those resolutions.
I can't even remember what I resolved last year. Maybe it was to quit making false promises to myself just because everyone else does it.