Weee, SNOW!! :D
It was just plain cold this morning when I hopped on the bus to work. By the time I got to York Mills station (maybe 10 minutes), a guy came into the subway car covered in snow. I wondered for a short while where he came in from, as there wasn't any snow by my place.
But once I got out at Queen, white stuff was falling from the sky! :D
Too bad I'm working. I'd like to sit and watch the fluffy stuff fall and blanket the city in a slate of white powder, sipping a cup of Hot Chocolate, spiked with Absolut Mandarin, and marshmallows.
And of all days for me to forego my scarf. :P
I just called the Hamilton Police, and it appears that, like I thought, that the convicion notice might have been sent to me in error since I never received the first warning. A "P" could read like a "D", a "1" looks like a "7", etc... or perhaps a person's finger slipped during data entry. In any case, if they don't call me within the next few days, it's assured that it's been solved. *whew* Thankfully it was as simple as that. I didn't want to waste my time going to Hamilton to fight a ticket that I was wrongfully issued.
Oh wow! Saint Nicolas just came into the offices, preceeded by a pair of our associates wielding jingle bells and christmas-light hairbands. :D
Back to e-mails for me...
It was just plain cold this morning when I hopped on the bus to work. By the time I got to York Mills station (maybe 10 minutes), a guy came into the subway car covered in snow. I wondered for a short while where he came in from, as there wasn't any snow by my place.
But once I got out at Queen, white stuff was falling from the sky! :D
Too bad I'm working. I'd like to sit and watch the fluffy stuff fall and blanket the city in a slate of white powder, sipping a cup of Hot Chocolate, spiked with Absolut Mandarin, and marshmallows.
And of all days for me to forego my scarf. :P
I just called the Hamilton Police, and it appears that, like I thought, that the convicion notice might have been sent to me in error since I never received the first warning. A "P" could read like a "D", a "1" looks like a "7", etc... or perhaps a person's finger slipped during data entry. In any case, if they don't call me within the next few days, it's assured that it's been solved. *whew* Thankfully it was as simple as that. I didn't want to waste my time going to Hamilton to fight a ticket that I was wrongfully issued.
Oh wow! Saint Nicolas just came into the offices, preceeded by a pair of our associates wielding jingle bells and christmas-light hairbands. :D
Back to e-mails for me...