Saturdays are typically my shopping day. I don't necessarily like to shop any more but sometimes I have to. Now if it was a spend all you want on unnescessary craft supplies I would show much more enthusiasm. That wasn't the case here though.
Saturday morning I look out the window and I see this.
Still plenty of snow on the ground but at least the roads are clear. Then I pulled out my phone and checked the temperature.
8 degrees, really? So I procrastinate for a while and consider skipping the whole shopping trip altogether. Then Gibbs looks at me and I remember he ate the last of his dog food the night before and Wade has given him the last of his dog biscuits. So it's either I need to bundle up, defrost the windshield in my vehicle and head out OR I could cook him a burger and wait for another day. I went to the store. SIGH. It did warm up to 25 by the time I was heading back home