INSTANT DEL PIZZA UPDATE:
It's a balmy FORTY FIVE degrees here in Burlington, and let me tell ya, it feels like August. The great thing about living in the tundra is that even a mere thirteen degrees above freezing feels like fifty.
Inspired and thoroughly flipped out by the weather, Peesh and I walked home this afternoon in t-shirts, yelling the whole time. We ambled up to Slade only to find our favorite dread head, Syd, swingin' away under Mother tree. We screamed a little about passive solar block parties, whatever that means, and flung open the living room windows praising the gods of feelin' good. Then Syd biked away to class for the first time on a fixie.
Me and Peeshie proceeded to get super hyped on manual labor and shoveled some snow out of inconvenient places then checked out the greenhouse. That baby really needs our help. We have more little plastic planters than Gardener's Supply, and they're practically all broken. WHY? Anyhow, we were thinking that it would be fun, cool AND productive to have a workday/potluck in which we invite interested parties to come help us clean out the greenhouse and give them plastic planters and maybe a few brewskies in return. It would be great! Play a little music, do a little work, eat a little food, what could be better?
In other news: I sustained two more oven burns last night. I'm starting to look really cool and tough.
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