Enough already

Every year, about this time, I start to get a little cabin feverish. The big Christmas rush is over and there is no break until Easter.
I had to stop by a friends house the other day to drop off a DVD she lent me and I noticed that one of her kids (I am assuming) had dressed up her garden buddha before the snow came.

I feel as cold as he looks. And some may say that he is suppose to have a look of serenity on his face. I think that he is a little disgruntled.

And speaking of insanity, two weekends ago, I went to the local Saturday Farmers Market. On the way home I happened to notice some rather strange tracks on the sidewalk. Now I have been known to step outside in the winter in my Birk's to drop the garbage on the street for next morning pickup. Or pop out to get something out of the car. There has to be little to no snow, and it has to be a very short trip.  Even then I end up with snow on my toes. Apparently the same rules do not apply to everyone!

I noticed the very distinctive tracks of Birkenstocks and followed them on the trek home for 4 blocks! They then veered off of my path and continued on. I might have followed them just to see how far they went, but it was cold and I just wanted to get home. I am still shaking my head.