I don’t want to make a blog post now! It’s Dateline day on OWN! Oh well, nobody is forcing me to be a daily blogger; it is my own dumb idea. So I will try for a Monstrous Monday.
I would like to be this relaxed about now.
I was looking for a picture of the Abominable Snowman but could not find one, so I insert one of my slippers. I have completely worn out those slippers. Steven got me new ones for Christmas, but not monstrous ones, so a picture of them will have to wait.
Getting back to the post at hand, it has been kind of a monstrous day. Yes, that is usual for a Monday, but I was treated to a different kind of monstrousness today (my computer seems to think that “monstrousness” is not a word, but it is exactly what I mean to say). It was beyond cold, below zero plus wind chill. My husband Steven nicely went out to brush off my car while I was still getting ready for work. I joined him already in progress and moved a couple shovels-full of snow from the end of the driveway. My hands quickly got icy and I decided to take my chances. About this time, Steven said he was going back in the house while his hands could still function to turn the doorknob. The car was pretty much clear by then anyways. It only needed a couple of swipes across the windshield with the scraper.
I felt triumph when my little car got out of the driveway without too much problem. It is the smallest car I have driven in years. But this is supposed to be a Monstrous Monday, not an account of my day.
I found him! I found him!
After taking a break to eat some supper, I took another look for pictures of Bumbles, and I found one!
I see I am over 300 words. Regular readers know I consider that respectable. When I make these nonsensical posts, I feel it is best to keep them short. Well, maybe one more monster picture. Happy Monday, everyone.
You just know I was going to pick Nosferatu, didn’t you?
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