I'm sorry. I'm apoligizing to the nine cars I saw in the ditch on the way home from work yesterday. I'm sorry to the car who swerved across both lanes four times before landing in the ditch, all right in front of me. I'm sorry to the man in the pickup truck who ran a red while I was coming because he couldn't stop. This weather? It's my fault. My new boots and I were just wishing for some more snow this year. If it makes any of you feel any better, the boots do keep my feet warm and dry in the snow.

I'm headed south in a bit to go to another bridal shower. I'm pleased with the wrap job on this one, especially since I had to brave the weather to pick up some paper. Let's see her try to unwrap this one without snapping the ribbon, although that might actually be a scary thought. I can handle people my age getting married, but not having kids or buying houses.