You were deep with your comments yesterday--I had to roll up my sleeves and cuff my pants! Then I looked outside and saw all the SNOW. Good grief! The cancellation list is the longest I've ever seen and it's only December. We have big plans to get out there and start the snow fort construction--after some breakfast and TV time, of course.
Naturally, Mr. B played with our good snow shovel last week and left it somewhere in the yard. It's buried. We'll find it sometime in April when we're long past needing it.
Can you find the birdbath? Neither can we!
The drifts keep rising and we're supposed to get another 3 inches before tonight.
Won't take long to bury these chairs now!
It's also the season of Big Ass Trees tipping over (Jen on the Edge, ahem). Last year at the tree lot we got this handy tip--screw your tree stand to a couple of 8X2 boards and you'll have such a sturdy base that NOthing NOhow will knock your Tannenbaum down. The photo above illustrates how easy it is to do this and did I mention CHEAP?
And speaking of Christmas miracles like giant trees standing upright without the aid of deep roots, I had to do the grocery run in town with Team Testosterone yesterday because of the oncoming storm. They bickered and whined and drove me batsh*t while I tried to juggle bags, glass bottles to return for deposit, coupons, purse, shopping list and ridiculously small clutch purse. We returned home and an hour later I realized the checkbook was missing. I searched pockets, the Momvan, the empty shopping bags, the countertops, the floor. Gone. Employing deep breathing techniques I tried to keep panic at bay. Surely if I left it at the store, someone would turn it in and call me--my number is on the checks.
But if I dropped that checkbook in the parking lot--and we were due for nearly a foot of snow--I envisioned the checkbook plowed into a pile at the edge of the parking lot, turning to mush in the spring thaw and finally flushing away to the Fox River through the storm sewers.
The call came in the middle of watching my Secret Gay Boyfriend punch Ted in the nose last night. Found! Waiting for me at the service desk! Oh the glorious kindness of small towns and local shops! God bless us each and every one!
Green Girl, you know that's AWESOME news, right? RIGHT?
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