I took a long, relaxing bath after work. While there I had some chocolate ice cream made with real chocolate. It's part of the new Private Selection ice cream thing, "Because we both know you deserve it". They're insanely expensive, about 5 dollars for the tub, but I got it for 3 on the mega event. Still kinda spendy but actually well worth it.
And this reminds me, a commercial at work that's for pears. The woman advertising the pears is suggesting you eat a pear for breakfast, alongside a sandwich at lunch, as a snack, with dinner, and then as desert. So they want you to eat five pears every day?
If you're a guy or don't want to be grossed out, this next bit is a bit personal:
Anyway, I would very much like to recommend this product to every woman everywhere, it is truly wonderful: Diva Cup Model 1 Pre-Childbirth
Still not done with DH. I just finished the Kings Cross chapter. I get it a lot more this time around, I didn't quite get it last time. Course last time I was rather distraught by that point. Victor was saying some interesting things about Neville last night that I need to make him write out some day so I can post it here.
The snow is bad enough now that the roads are getting icy. I slid twice on my way home and had issues getting going after stopping. Nothing bad, nothing big, just annoying. It's that time again, where I have to wake up early in order to spend extra time driving to work, and I have to start getting out earlier to get the car warming up so it'll, you know, warm up, and so I can see if I need to shovel behind the car. I have 4-wheel drive... so I guess I'm just an idiot. Like once last year I got stuck in the drive-way and Victor just came out and with one try got me out. And another time I had skidded around so bad that we had quite a time getting me out and then he told me what I'd done wrong and how to fix it next time. We do need to weigh down the back of my car again. Last time we just stocked up on kitty litter. Maybe we'll do that again. I still have some ice melt back there, though that won't be enough in and of itself.
I have decided I dislike Rhonda even more than I previously did. (at work, she does checking and non-foods) First, she suggested that anyone who is caught not smiling be sent home from work. As a reward for getting good customer service scores she wants a ride in Bret's boat. She has super short hair, which is dyed some weird, sickly blondish/grayish/brownish. She doesn't like cats. She hates peanut butter. She bought everyone on the front end gloves. She is just creepy.
Oh, and while Bret was at work today he wasn't really very active. He made time to watch the football game in his office and left soon afterward.

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