Cloudy with a chance of meatballs

According to the weather app on my phone, it’s currently snowing in the great outdoors. I actually noticed this by looking out the window before I looked at my phone.

I suppose it’s always snowing somewhere in the great outdoors. It just so happens that it’s snowing in the part of the great outdoors that is viewable from my window.

It’s not snowing much—a light snow is what it’s called. Most snow is light, compared to steel cube of roughly the same size. Some snow is lighter than other snow, though. For example, the snow in Northern Utah, specifically in the Salt Lake City area, is especially light and fluffy. It makes for amazing skiing. But that’s not what I meant by “a light snow,” which you probably knew.

When I was young I remember really liking the book Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs. I just looked and it turns out it was published the same year I was born. Cool.

So today was cloudy. I also ate meatballs today. They were on top of pasta, smothered in marinara sauce with a slice of garlic bread and a small salad. I also bought a cookie, and my bed frame. And desk. And an ice cream cone, and a hot dog. Oh, and a cinnamon roll. And a bunch of groceries. Oh! And rope. The rope was for taking the old bed frame back. That was an adventure. So if you’ve been following this blog at all you know that I went to IKEA today. I also did 50 push ups in a total of 5 sets, which is 5 more than 2 days ago.

And now I’m going to go dream of raining meatballs, because they taste really good (though I admit I’ve never tried the rain variety).

Books, Food