Not me personally, because I’m tall enough. Lucy, on the other hand (or “paw” because it’s Lucy we’re talking about here), was NOT amused. We got us about a foot of snow last night. With blowing and drifting, there was about three feet of snow stacked up by the back door this morning. Lucy is a whopping eight inches high (at the shoulder, which is where you measure a dog). If she were a horse, she’d be two hands tall and we could make money off her since she’d be so freakishly small. But she’s not a horse, she’s a small, small dog. (She does hate horses though. I found this out one time when I took her hiking. There was a horse trail and it had horses being ridden on it. Lucy saw the horses and wanted them all dead. She was very emphatic about it.) The Little Woman went out with a shovel and cleared her a path to the backyard and an area for her to… you know in. Lucy was still not overly pleased with things.
But why didn’t I go dig a path since Lucy is my dog? I was saving up my strength for the driveway shovelling. There was some more excitement with the whole deal too.
The lady across the street got up this morning, got her kid ready to go, took her kid to daycare, went to her workplace, found out it was closed today (we’re under a Force VII Snow Emergency and if the Sheriff even thinks you’ll be on the road anytime soon they come and shoot you) (or something like that) went back to her kid’s daycare to pick her up and then came home. All that work to get her car stuck halfway into her driveway. While I was shovelling across the street. So I helped her dig some snow away from her tires and pushed a little to help her get her car up the driveway and into her garage.
This was way-fun. Especially when she threw the car into reverse to back up some for a “running start” at the driveway. While I was back there pushing. Warning? No thanks, that’s for the weak. But in the end, she got her car into the garage and turned it off and got out. With her back bumper still sticking out past where the garage door would come down. It’s just the way things go.
Remember kids: if there’s a bunch of snow out there and your car won’t go forward, don’t give up. Just give it more gas!
In other news: Katcha isn’t a big fan of grilled cheese sammiches, but he just loves a good quesadilla. If it’s made the way he likes it. Which is a tortilla tossed on the griddle with only a wad of cheese and folded over, then toasted on both sides. See how much different that is from a grill cheese sammich? Me either.
-Rue. (willing to help, but not crazy about that “run down” feeling)
You all know that I feel for you, and with you, and wish you a Happy Birthday and all don’t you?, so I think I can dispense with the individual condolences and congrat this time, kay? Well, hugs to all. That should cover it. I’ve found that a good hug usually is just the thing, except when you don’t know the hugee, then it can get you arrested, or so I’ve heard.
Well, I finally got my fruitcake, of sorts. I didn’t get to the Harry & David’s at the outlet mall* last week, so Missus and I went Saturday. When she saw that the smallest ‘fruit and nut confection’ they sell was $15.00 she said that wasn’t gonna happen, and I should just make my own. Later on we figured out that it would cost just as much, if not more, for me to make one, so things were at an impass for awhile. (an impass is a place in the road where the hill they wanted to go through wasn’t quite high enough for a tunnel, but high enough to dig through, kinda a tunnel without a roof.) Anyway, my dear sweet MIL made some fruitcake sorta cakes and sent me one. I love my MIL. Then a friend gave us a cake with fruity stuff in it also, so I’m pretty happy. And yes, the diet is kinda sorta suspended for a little while. I’m pretty close to where I was going with that anyway.
Well, gotta go.
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.
*I think there oughta be a law that if you say you’re an outlet mall, your stores should be required to have, oh Idon’t know, lower than retail prices maybe. But maybe that’s just me. The Hush Puppy store there has nice discounts though.
“This was written by Thompson under a pseudonym. I understand that it is pretty straight for a while just to get people going, but then there are some really crazy things, but you have to read the beginning to really get it.”
Things will be rather hectic at the Tater’s household for the next few days, so I wanted to check in with all of my MMP pals. You’re all my daily spot of sunshine.
They’re predicting a chance of snow showers for Sunday and Monday here. More than likely it will be “chunky” rain. So, no snow here, although we’ve been socked in with fog all day and it’s nearly noon.
I’ve been furiously cleaning in anticipation of my purty, new furniture which is due to arrive sometime today between two and four post meridian time. It was quite comical watching me and the Tater kids maneuver the old, nasty sofa out of the house and into the garage. We’ve got lots of corners, and then we had to stand it up on end to get around the last corner, and then ease it back down and out the garage door. We finally got it out though!
I am hoping against all hope that Mr. Taters will get home around two today because I still need to go to the post office, the butcher shop, the grocery store, Costco, and the mall! Whew! I don’t know how I’ll fit all this in today.
Boy, I sure am putting lots of exclamation points in here today. I am so hyped up on coffee, that it must be translating to my typing.
Finally, I wanted to wish our birthday folks a Happy, Happy Birthday and I wanted to wish all of you wonderful folks a most joyous and beautiful Christmas. Peace and good be with all of you!
I like the way you think. Sadly, because I’m a boob, I emerged from the grocery store without a book of any kind. And because the store is right next to a Target, THERE AIN’T NO WAY I’M GOING BACK THERE NO SIREE BOB. Crazy people out there!
Ooh…tanookie - sorry to hear about your arm! Hope you aren’t in much pain. I would ask what happened - but I don’t want you to waste your good arm answering, so I’ll just send hugs and good wishes. And use that good arm to drink a lot of hot chocolate!
And your munchkins are plain adorable. No munchkins here - just 3 adults. But we’re still having fun!
