Fancy Hot Pockets

I have no idea where Brent was eating last night, but he sent me this photo of a portion of the menu:

hot-pocket

You know it’s a fancy restaurant when:

1) The entrees involve words that don’t make any sense, like “citrum ipa broth” and “lime aioli”.

2) The prices are in whole dollars ending with periods, like “$6.”

3) They serve HOT POCKETS.

Snowltimate

Today we had an awesome game of snowltimate. There was about 5″ of fresh powder on the field, which made it a lot of fun to skid around and make a few layouts. The temperature hovered just around freezing, so we were bundled up pretty well, but by the end of the game I think all of us were plenty warm.

Afterward I went back to the office and devoured an entire large pizza. I think I burned almost enough calories to offset it.

32

Alex received his ACT scores today. He took the test a few weeks ago– another reminder that I’m getting old: my son is taking the ACT and preparing for college!

He scored a 32.

That’s awesome. I was really impressed (and told him as much). I figure that’ll land a few scholarships, at least. He may take it again in the spring to see if he can improve; his science scores were uncharacteristically low because he ran out of time to complete all of them. Heck, maybe he could even beat his old man’s score…

Ugh, taxes

It took almost seven straight hours today, but I managed to compile all of my end-of-year financials for Zing so I can start working on the taxes. I balanced it to the penny. Considering all the complexities of payroll, expenses, invoices, receipts, and whatnot… I’m pretty proud of it.

Foggy drive

It was pretty foggy on the drive into work today.

foggy-road

With the fog came a thick layer of frost on everything, including the grass:

icy-grass

Cool stuff. Now the sun is out, so the fine layer of ice is melting away…