"PB? PB!"
"Where's PB?"
"What's PB doing?"
"Why?"
"Why?"

We fear that PB might change his name.

Last night, after getting back from dinner at a friends' house, PB presented me with this:

WG: Is it for Monkey?
PB: No, it's for you.
WG: silence, confused stare
WG: OK. I'm baffled.
PB: Well, I guess we'll have to take your new engineering license away.

Yes, I did feel like a complete and utter moron.

The train shall be taken out of the box and given a place of prominence on my new desk. You know, once I get around to actually moving.

*TRgirl says 11:47. Randy says 11:49.

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Did I tell you how he was feasting on the roses PB gave me for Valentine's Day? The roses are now in my bedroom.

It turned out that one of our friends, who is familiar with my living room setup (he and his wife take care of the boys when I’m away) offered to bring a projector. He and PB had a good time setting that up. (They are both computer guys. I’m not being sarcastic when I say that.) The party was fun and I enjoyed the Ceremonies. No, they were not the spectacle Beijing was, but I think the organizers realized that they couldn’t top that and thus didn’t try. Although, what was up with Nelly Furtado’s shoes?

Saturday we went to the wood lot* to split wood. I also helped load trucks for deliveries. Then we went shopping. I was in need of new pants. (My pants, they are too big.)

On Valentine’s Day we did end up being able to do what he’d planned. (It was originally supposed to be a surprise, but he ended up telling me when it was looking like it wouldn’t happen.) We headed up to Loudon Valley Vineyards for a wine tasting and picnic lunch (eaten in the tasting room of course). It should be noted PB does not like wine. I did a tasting; the wines were good, a few were too sweet for my taste, but the Cabernet Franc was amazing. Sadly, I only bought one bottle. I also had a glass of the Pinot Noir with lunch. Lunch was also quite good- it was prepared by a friend of ours who is also a chef.

It was a lovely, fairly low-key weekend. Even my pre-party flusterness wasn’t at the level it usually is. That’s a good thing, because this upcoming weekend is Sashafest 2010.

*Our Jaycee chapters have a joint project wherein we split wood donated by the City (they give us any trees they take down) and deliver it to people who would otherwise not be able to heat their homes. (We also take other wood donations.)

I saw 3 accidents, 5 cars that had spun out, and a jackknifed semi. For the record, I had not one problem.

When I finally got to the exit for my office complex it was backed up. Sadly, there is only one route of ingress/egress. I sat on the exit ramp for 30 minutes. When I finally made it out onto the road, it turned out that the issue was that people were having trouble getting up the hill, so the office complex tried to close down the road. Which, hey, if people could have turned around and left would have worked. Since they couldn’t, well, you’re just trapping people on an exit ramp.

This was our fourth snowstorm of the year. We have received greater than 400% of our average winter snowfall amounts. The snow has ruined 2 weekends (3 for some people; we planned on being snowed in for one of them) and will likely cause us to have to change our Valentine’s Day plans. (It did cause PB to have to spill what the plans were.*)

There is a possibility of more snow on Saturday and Monday.

I am sick of it. Can’t take any more snow. My tolerance is for one, maybe two storms each season. And really, not 7-12” of snow. And then it stays cold so that the snow doesn’t melt? Really? (That is very unusual for snowstorms here.)

It’s been decided that we are renewing our passports.

*Were awesome is what they were.

(Aside: According to this blog post, Richmond has had 400% of our average snowfall this winter. And that was before this storm.)

Except for a brief trip to Kroger this afternoon, I've been stuck in the house with the cats since Thursday night. Anyone want a cat? Especially a white cat?

Tonight PB and I are supposed to go to a superbowl party. Not sure if that's going to happen. I can get there. He? Not so much. They haven't plowed out his neighborhood yet. (And let's not talk about how I'd be refusing to pay my homeowner's association dues, as this has happened each time there was snow.) I'm hopeful that we'll figure something out, because I am going a bit stir crazy.

Also, I don't want to yell at Peyton Manning by myself.

It started snowing later that night. It did not stop until Saturday evening. We ended up with (depending upon where in the metro Richmond area you were) between 6-12". I remind you, this is the South.

We spent our snow day painting the hallway/stairwell in PB's house. PB learned that I have no skill when it comes to painting. (To be fair, I have now painted 3 times. In my entire life.) We also had the following conversation:

WG: Whoa!
PB: What?
WG: Nothing. Just almost fell down the stairs. (Note: Since I have known him there have been several major falls. One was on October. Still hasn't fully healed.)
PB: (sarcastically) Do you have inner ear problems?
WG: As a matter of fact, I do. Ha!

Oh, the paint color (not his choice) was a cold, hard, bright white. Is terrible and could only be saved by darkening the trim. His roommate has decided that she likes the color so much that she wants the trim the same color too. I am totally willing to repaint, but I am unwilling to paint the trim that color.

We also watched Lord of the Rings (the extended versions!). OK, we didn't get to The Return of the King until Sunday.

Oh, and we made eggs and bacon on Saturday. And tried a new meatloaf recipe. Could be good, needs tweaking.