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Oh, the great and powerful Pete Delkus finally determined that everyone would be much better off at home yesterday.  Thank you Pete.  We serve at the pleasure of the Delkus.  So I spent the afternoon ridding myself of the last remaining firewood in the house.  If spring is to actually arrive, I think it's best to burn up the wood on the last (?) really chilly day.

 

The wine, of course, was placed there for decorative purposes.  I thought it would make a nice photo.  Then, I had to drink it because I hate to waste things.  

Cas decided to forgo his typical trip to the Cooper Center yesterady, and instead, we had dinner and a movie.  He even had some drinks on a school night.  I tell you, when he's all caught up on work, he's a wild man.  

As I was driving over to his place, I saw this sign in front of the Walmart Neighborhood Market that they tore to the ground a while back:

Not sure if you can make the whole thing out- I had to take the photo quickly before the light turned green- but the sign says, "Wal Mart temporarily closed."  I love that it's just closed, and only temporarily.   For God's sake, it's completely missing.  The only structure standing there is out of the frame, and it's a construction trailer.  The rest of what hides behind that fence is a series of dirt mounds.  

But are you SURE the Wal Mart is closed?  

Yes, ma'am, it's closed.  

Just some more scenery on the way to date night...

Cas and I took off from his place and headed toward Richardson.  We had a burger at a place called Haystack, which is right next door to the Alamo Drafthouse.  Yum.  I believe that the Dallas area has become inundated lately with fancy places to get an eight dollar hamburger, and this was another such place, but the burger itself was fantastic.  

After that, we saw Kingsman.  That was a very cute movie.  We laughed out loud several times, and that is pretty unusual.  I have no idea who decided to make Samuel L. Jackson into a supervillan with a lisp, but it was a great choice.  I also really appreciated the fact that Colin Firth, who previously played a king, was able to utter the following line in a church modeled after the Westboro Baptists: 

I'm a Catholic whore, currently enjoying congress out of wedlock with my black Jewish boyfriend who works at a military abortion clinic.  Hail Satan, and have a lovely afternoon, madam.  

I wonder how many times he tried to say that out loud before he could do it with such a totally straight face.  

We had a great night, and I'm taking Cas with me to my work happy hour this afternoon.  It's at the same place (perhaps not surprisingly, another place that specializes in fancy, eight dollar hamburgers) as the Christmas party, which he could not attend due to a nasty cold.  I went to his Christmas party.  He owes me one...

After that, Spring Break begins in earnest.  It seems odd, since I walked through snow and up some salted stairs (so no one would slip) on the way into work this morning, but whatever works, right?  As I am wrapping up this post, I see that we are four hours and 22 minutes from spring break.  The countdown continues, but my conference time is almost at its end.  Four more classes.  Ding.