Those who have seen the movie, The Disaster Artist get the reference. For those who have NOT seen it, I recommend.
The movie is weird. And true. And weird that it's true.
Yeah, so February is nearly over. Days are noticeably longer, and I'm pretty happy with the balance of day to night right now. I like a decent share of darkness, but not too much.
And just as COVID seems to be abating, Russia goes and invades Ukraine. Magnum was convinced it wouldn't happen because, "Putin isn't that stupid". Welp...
But sticking with regular programming of goings on in my limited world, we went to an RV show yesterday. No, we won't be getting an RV, it was mainly something to do on a Saturday afternoon after a week of cold cold temperatures and resultant cabin fever.
So we looked at a few RVs but mainly people-watched. All of the RVs on display were pull-beind trailer types. IF we were ever to get any sort of RV, it would likely be a van that we customize. No trailers. There was this cute doggie trailer hanging out with the land barges.
Having been to an RV show a few years ago (again, just for the heck of it), we were not surprised by people walking around with yard sticks. Apparently, serious RV shoppers walk around with yard sticks.
We did not bring a yard stick. We don't even own a yard stick.
Not a bad way to kill a couple of hours, and I actually did have to visit my boyfriend, John Elway.
Eventually, the Country Western music wafting through the event center reached a saturation point, and we said our farewells to the RVs.
Many of the campers were sold during the event, so I guess people actually purchase these things. I think the industry has been hit, like others, with supply chain delays, so buyers were probably hot for ready RVs they could actually see and touch.
That was pretty much the good week. Magnum was out of town for work. He always manages these work trips to the warm places when we have crap winter weather. Hadn't traveled since pre-covid. Then he boards a plane, and *BAM*, single digit temperatures for days.
I'm ready to say, "Oh, hi March".