Snow day Sunday

I'm trying to figure out what's so good about being (almost) snowbound. This is what I came up with:

1. taking cat naps with two furry friends nearby ~ cozy!
2. saving gasoline by staying home ~ thrifty!
3. having more time to blog ~ nifty!

That's about it.

Finally I decided to venture out. It is just so cold with the dang wind chill that it's hard to get motivated to leave the house.

Allegra and I went to pick up dinner from one of the nicer Chinese restaurants around here. It costs a bit more than the take-out places, but it's nearby and I wasn't sure how slippery the roads were going to be. They were OK, thankfully, and we were back home with our food in no time.

We all enjoyed an early dinner and I didn't have to plan, prepare or clean up anything. Yay!

The restaurant owner told me (after I asked) that Chinese New Year is on Valentine's Day this year. It will be the Year of the Tiger.

The restaurant always puts on a big celebration, but we've never been to it. I think Ralph and I should plan on going this year. Sounds good to him.

So, how was your Sunday?

Trouble with chopsticks

Last night I had trouble eating with chopsticks. Either I was way tired or else my "cheating method" of using them finally got the better of me.
I could pick up the vegetables and meat, but those darned grains of rice really gave me a run for my money.

When I was single, long before I met Homer, I had a friend who was much more knowledgeable about the ways of the world. She is the one who taught me how to use chopsticks. I was never too good at it, and I guess I developed my own style to get the job done .

This friend thought I needed to learn some "social skills" as I meandered through the dating scene of the early '80s. Just let me stress that they were not your mother's "social skills" as in saying please and thank you, holding a door for someone or giving up your seat on the bus to an pregnant or elderly person.
These were more along the lines of walking a certain way (I wasn't too good at that) and sitting a certain way at a table or dare I say on a barstool.
She also thought I needed to know how to play board games...
Needless to say I kinda failed her class.