Welllll, the news is BLAH. I hate being an adult. When I was a kid this news simply meant no school. I remember that feeling. Excitement. Then, in my late teens a blizzard hit and it was the first time in my life that the weather just filled me with dread. Dread, because I was going to be stuck inside with my mother and my dog (an extra gift because my dog was an outside farm dog). I should have just booked a flight to say Ohio rather than get stuck with the two... but no. Four days later while there was still five foot drifts clogging our road I heard it; the tractors. That is when I knew I wanted to marry Randy. He saved me with his big four wheel drive tractor. He plowed three miles of road just to free me. A real Prince for Rapunzel he was. Nope, I thought I would make hot chocolate for him and I was so excited I ran out in my Pj's and stinky hair in a bun in a rush. Did he say he missed me? Nope. He did the familiar head tilt and squinted his eyes and said, "Is this hot chocolate made with milk?". "It tastes gross." Argh. Missed you too butt weasel...
Snow lost its charm, its delicate whimsy. I get lost looking at the beautiful diamond sheen on the snows surface, trying to capture its glow with my camera. I just can never forget how flippin heavy and cold it is and I go take a nap. My mother always used to make vegetable soup and open faced grilled cheese with bacon with this weather. I wonder what my children will remember. Probably the memory will be their mother on the couch with wild untamable red hair and her mouth wide open with slobber protruding... wonderful. Just one step away from June Cleaver I am...
Now the weather consumes us. Too much rain, drought, snow, ice, cold, hot..... I could keep going for hours...
It was a sad day at the Bakery today. I didn't get to make my fun pastries or little pies. Because of the second blizzard in a week coming. I just filled my orders and made some pound cakes and left. Bummer.
I bought a vacuum. yup. I broke the last one because I suck up every barbie shoe or Polly Pocket piece I can find. It is a mission you see and the mission failed and clogged up my good vacuum melted the insides and it exploded. Exploded. So I spent an hour sucking up every nook and cranny of dirt even the counter tops just to break it in.
Well, Time to clean up the burnt burger mess. I have a turkey to prepare and poptarts to buy. Nathan did the count and I have 31 rolls of toilet paper. I better pick up a few packs...
Good luck and may your shoveling back be strong. (or your nappy time be quiet),
Have a good cold one,
jenny
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