Chair Breaker

Currently:  Sitting on the green couch by the fire watching snow fall, fall, fall.  It was so strange to wake up this morning to a snow-covered world outside.  I am glad I got most of my errands run yesterday because today the snow is my excuse to sit on the green couch by the fire and re-read Sense and Sensibility.  My handsome husband came home for an extended lunch before heading up to his preceptorship.  Powers is upstairs on our bed taking a nap after hanging out with me all morning.  I think that me being home is cramping his style- he's used to napping all day.  

Yesterday night, Brooke and Freeland came over for chicken tostados and I broke a chair.  In my defense, Freeland had actually broken the chair on a previous visit (sorry to sell you down the river) but it had been ghetto-rigged and was sufficing.  I sat down and the chair, in slow motion, slid down, down, down to the ground until I was finally flat on my back, giggling hysterically.  It really was the slowest fall in human history but I still felt a little like a beached whale laying on my back on top of a collapsed chair in the kitchen needing someone to come help me up.  Hopefully breaking furniture is a sign that you're nearing the end of pregnancy.