Sunday was Groundhog Day and the Super Bowl. The groundhog supposedly saw his shadow, so we'll have six more weeks of winter. Was there ever any doubt after the polar vortex took over this continent this year? Sunday was unusually warm, though. It was about 56 degrees Fahrenheit when I looked at one point in the afternoon. I even had the windows open for a bit, although that proved to be a mistake -- a couple of stink bugs got in and I had to destroy them (mission accomplished). At any rate, the warm weather melted all of the snow. But no worries, we got a bunch more the next day.
Fog, lighthouse, Broncos? My attempt at a transition. The Denver Broncos played the Seattle Seahawks in the Superbowl this year. Unfortunately, the Broncos did not win. I hope it had nothing to do with me or any of the memorabilia I found while cleaning that day. (If so, I am very sorry, Kristi!) Josh and I both wanted them to win because they are from Colorado, and Josh because his favorite color is orange. Oh well. I may or may not be OK with Wes Welker not winning. Ahem.