I woke up kinda late this morning. My hair and I had a rough night because we dreamt of an invasion of tiny but electric-shooting-and-stinging cephalopods (why doesn’t Google know that word?) all over my house which caused me to wake at 4am, and I was so shaken from my nightmare, I had to go sit on my sofa and calm down
after first ensuring the house was free from cephalopod invasion.
When I wandered out to the kitchen for coffee this morning, Sassy asked me if I would like eggs. She made me scrambled eggs and toast with butter and a big glass of orange juice.
I caught up on WordPress and pet my cat for a while before doing the things I had planned to do on this glorious day in February, as the sun was shining and temperatures would soar to a high of 55. 55! In February! It kinda freaks me out, but I ain’t complainin!
A week after this:
We had a real snowfall this month, round about nine inches. It was enough the bosses sent us home early and declared the next one a snow day. I spent the snow day playing in snow and shoveling snow. Our driveway is LONG. I thought I would never get that done. It is important to play before shoveling, because after shoveling, one is too tired to play.
Upon returning to work, I attempted to pull into our lot and got my lil SUV crossover vehicle stuck in the plow hump and had to be rescued by a Good Samaritan type. This was in keeping to how understaffed we’ve been and how overworked we are and I thought, stuck, spinnin my wheels, ah, what a metaphor!
Anyway, I had this list of chores and errands and I was determined to get things done this weekend. You know, during the heat wave and all. I knocked some of it out last night, left work, took Moo with me to the jeweler, the gas station, the grocery, then picked up Sassy and returned home to bake some mostaccioli.
Today I wanted to trim my hedges and clean up outside, because it was seriously startin to look like, well, I’d be embarrassed if y’all saw it. You’d think I was the Little Pig whose house was made of mud and sticks, okay? I asked The Mister to set up the power washer for me. Y’all, he power washed everything. Eventually, I realized he had no intention of my power washing anything. I said, “You don’t want me to do it, huh?”
He shook his head.
“It’s your toy, huh?”
This allowed me a considerable amount of porch-sittin time.
So pleased with my many accomplishments I was, I decided to go look at new plants. Cletus ate my money tree. I don’t know what that means in the feng shui sense, but it cannot be good.
Speakin of Cletus and plants, here he is on his perch.
As I explained to River, having lost a lovely mango bowl to Catticus’s dominance for window space, I yield to Cletus and Cletus has become a decor item.
Here are some photos of the other animals because I’m not playing favorites:
Yes, Clara is my favorite. She is MY cat.
Re: Favorites, according to previous posts some people thought the boy one was my husband – similar as they are, what with bein kin and all, they are actually two different people. See?
After buyin some plants and a new rake, Moo and I stopped for coffees.
When Moo and I returned, The Mister was still power washing! Moo said, “Daddy with his power washer is like a toddler with a popcorn popper.” So true. SO LOLZ
I had a nice lavender soak when I got home, put my jammies on, then I consumed a yummy turkey sammich on wheat, some chips, some strawberries, and a couple slices of horseradish cheddar. Got some laundry in. On a Saturday! Fanfuckingtastic day!
Tomorrow, bakin banana bread, makin chicken parm, and doin a lil beauty control, readin, watchin shows. It’s supposed to be 63! In February! When it’s 63, who cares if it rains? Not me, I love a good rainy day, especially a Sunday! Imma open the windows!