So. I have been terrible about updating of late- it’s been a time is what I’ll say.
But- the holiday was so adventuresome that I can’t just *not* write about it! It has it all- customer service hell, heart warming bits, shock and terror, ranty moments, and a few laughs.
It was a well rounded few days.
Tuesday- Finding Tiny
Going out in November and December, like into public, with people… it’s not really my thing, so much. The idea of being able to order grocery delivery for all of my stuff pretty much made me a stupid level of happy.
OK.. fiiiiiine. We went out to dinner, and then when it was nice and late (and cold) we went and did the shopping ourselves. The largest fresh bird I could find was 10 pounds… so he became Tiny. Overall the trip was mostly okay, until the bag with all the canned stuff in it spilled open and the cans rolled under the truck. Rick is an amazing guy who really loves my mother, cause he crawled under that truck in 20 degree weather so she could have her damned can of cranberries.
Wednesday- Winter Storm Warning- hahahaha, right, and the Terrible Horrible Thoroughly Well Deserved Fate of Steve.
This was a mostly peaceful day with everyone wrapping up different work projects, Rick coming home early, and no muss, no fuss. We rolled our eyes at the winter storm warnings, cause, really, how often do we actually get snow?
Now, one of the reasons I’ve been a little especially on edge has to do with the fact that we have small, furry, very rude unneighborly neighbors who have been inviting themselves into my sacred domicile and helping themselves to things I’d rather they didn’t- my kitchen space, the dogfood dish, and then VERY inconsiderately dying off and leaving their mortal remains upon our consciences.
(Yes, I mean mice. I have a little phobia where they are concerned and prefer not to even say the word. So, I named them and for some reason that helps.)
Rick and I had been debating on why these uninvited guests insisted on shuffling off this mortal coil when and where they did- I was pretty sure one of the pups was overly rough when showing them to the door, and Rick was pretty sure they’d been dining on some of the arsenic laced provisions we’d set down for just such an occasion.
Well, Wednesday night, my little corg in shining armor ended the debate.
Steve was trespassing on the kitchen floor when Bree shot into action, quickly dispatching Steve and leaving him considerately at my feet.
Who’s the best corg ever?!
After the screaming stopped, my little furry guardian was spoiled rotten(er), praised, and all around declared to be the hero of the household.
No further sighting of Stevekin have taken place since, and that is a vast relief.
More winter storm warnings went off, at which we scoffed.
By bedtime, we hadn’t seen so much as a flake. Ba HA weatherman!
When I got up at 2, I noticed it was unusually bright.
You know, the kind of bright that happens when the streetlights are reflecting off a bunch of snow.
Sure enough… everything was covered with roughly 4 inches, and more was coming down.
Thursday- A quiet day with Tiny
We woke up to the roads completely buried- it was definitely going to be just us at home for the day and we definitely weren’t going out.
Into the oven Tiny went, and I knew there would have to be another bird on Saturday for the family.
We cooked and ate and watched movies and played games and it was amazing.
We needed it.
Curiouser and Curiouser 