But I just get cold sometimes, and some other dumb things I am thinking

Hey! I found more things I never blogged. I wrote this on the 16th of February, and today is the 24th.

Is there anything worse than wearing a long sleeved shirt with a cardigan over it? I HATE IT. Like, today. I am wearing a nearly long sleeved, mostly 3/4 sleeved shirt, made of a jersey knit sort of fabric. But then it wasn't keeping me warm enough, so I put on a cardigan. Which was difficult, because the sleeves get all twisted and everything is not right, and I was so bugged by it all.

And then, even more irritating, I got too hot eventually, and had to take the sweater off. And that brings all sorts of sleeves sticking together and having to pull the sweater off inside out. It made me feel like I was dressing an uncooperative child, but really it was just my own self and the collision of two knits that were never really supposed to be together.

Also, my mornings are still awesome. Well, every morning this week, anyway. This morning when I left the house it was 40 degrees! 40! That is like April or May style weather, and I am loving it. I love the change of seasons. Oh, but also, Timp was so pretty this morning. It looked like a German romantic painting.

Like this, but pinker. And also it looked like Timpanogos and not this German mountain. So I suppose this would be a better description, even though this is obviously an evening shot and not a morning one.

So basically, Timp was pretty. Like every other morning. And if you ever want confirmation of that, just search Google for some pics of that pretty mountain, because there are lots of gorgeous ones.

So . . . what? I don't know where I was going with that.

Except here's a good tidbit--yesterday when I woke up and looked out my window, I saw a wonderful pink striped sunrise over Lightning Peak, and first I gasped, and second I called Chris to tell him he should look at it. But apparently driving on the freeway in traffic while looking behind him at the sunrise is neither a talent of my husband's nor a priority. Whatevs, he's a weirdo.

I was listening to the Wait, Wait Don't Tell Me podcast this morning on my ipod. And they talked about a British immigration official who put his WIFE on the Terrorist Watch List. Apparently she went to visit her family in Pakistan, and he decided to take action and make sure he could remain a bachelor in Britain for a while. But it all worked out, she got to come home after THREE YEARS of finagling. Is that incredible or what? I really don't know how I would respond to my husband reporting me as a terrorist.