Just insert the same ol’ same ol’ in here. I went to work this morning, and it was flurrying. I came home, after six hours with no internet, no cable, and it was flurrying. It’s sleeted just long enough to make the hot tub cover sparkle, and now, we wait.
For those with score cards, please tell me what snow number we’re on, because honestly? I have no clue. I know this is the third event in February, and frankly, I’m impressed with myself for remembering that much.
We’ve had two casualties now. The Knight and our awesome insurance guy have spoken, and sad metal shed (which looks far worse today, after the Knight tried to scrape some of the snow off last night) will be replaced with a sturdier wooden model with a loft (like the other shed, for those who happen to know our property). But just to make life interesting, the Knight is at Lowe’s now, fetching a thermostat for the just out of warranty hot water heater. I am SO blessed to have a handy man!
Being Irish, I think things come in threes. Do my dead Wii handsets Saturday night count? (Please?!) Or maybe the brake line that let go in the Knight’s personal truck, repaired on Friday in spite of the storm? (But not both, because then we’d have two more to go…) Or how ’bout the flood light halogen bulb he just changed, in the snow, so the fur-girls have a well-lit pen again?
Gretchen wants you to know how brave she is. She not only has warmed up to the whole concept of snow, but she’ll also run around without a jacket when it isn’t snowing, sleeting or otherwise dropping cold, wet stuff on her head and back.
Sissy just wants everyone to pay attention to her too. She’s never really minded the snow, almost always prefers to be “nekkid” so what’s the big deal?! She was hunting here, although I’m not sure what…
And here comes the snow. I think I’m gonna’ steam some milk, add some mint Bailey’s and watch it snow.