More like a slush day. Argh. Its a very frustrating day, that's for sure. Things have been happening around here in perfect storm fashion all morning. As in, Milo is in the process of getting poop all over his hands while he's wiping his butt, the phone is ringing and he actually got up off the pot to answer it, I was trying to put away laundry and had to race to intercept him and then tripped over the dogs and almost got my foot bitten off because I scared the crap out of Quinn.
Then, I was trying to give the dogs their daily medicines, which involves me sticking my hands halfway down their throats. Normally this is a non issue and the dogs just choke down their pills. Not today. As Lily kept spitting her meds out, I hear "OH NO!!" from Milo's room. Milo spilled an entire cup of pomegranate juice on his light beige rug. He wanted to clean it up himself and I had to frantically finish dealing with the dogs and then go round up the portable steam cleaner to get the vibrant red stains out of the rug. Of course, the phone started ringing again.
THEN I was cleaning up the juice spill (the portable cleaner is AWESOME, at least that went right!!) and Milo decided he was going to use the phone. I had said he could make one phone call, but who the heck knows who he was talking to. I asked him who he called and he said "I dunno. I was trying to call you at work and some lady answered." After I took a VERY deep breath, I asked him "Why would you call me at work when I AM STANDING RIGHT HERE?" and he said "Because you couldnt' hear me over the noise of the rug scrubber." Um, do I have a phone attached to my butt? I don't think so. Especially not a work phone!
AND THEN. We went outside to play and start clearing the extremely heavy wet snow from the driveway and patio. Milo was outside for five whole minutes before he started screaming because snow got inside his boots. I sent him inside (and went in with him to set up the tv for video-watching, and managed to track a ton of snow all over the place because it wasn't worth taking off all my gear after just struggling into it five minutes before that). I attempted to snow blow the driveway. I got a good start over by Corey's car and then the blower quit on me and I couldn't get it started again. I came inside to check on Milo, all seemed well. Then I realized that I had forgotten that the dogs were still out back. Poor things had been out there for ages in the wet, and they were soaked! Those two pups were never so happy to come inside. The stoopid snowblower still won't start and Corey is at work. There is NO WAY I'm shoveling that heavy snow on my lonesome, so its just going to have to wait till he gets home. If he gets home. Who knows when that will be. Yes, I'm having a crappy day. I was hoping to have a real, fun snow day but so far it's turned out to be a major PMS instigator!!
By the way, if anyone reading this works for Onstar: Quit calling here. WE ARE NOT INTERESTED. Plus you Onstar people always call at the worst possible moments. Save your breath and my patience, please.
Yep. That's a tree. On, around and in front of my truck.
Amazingly enough, for the size of the branch, there was no damage to the truck at all. The antenna isn't even bent!
Since its the neighbor's tree, Corey just cut enough of the branches away to get the truck out from under it. The tree is pretty much frozen to the ground, so we can't move it until it thaws. Once it thaws, we're hauling it further over into the neighbors yard so its not blocking the driveway anymore. Since there was no damage to the truck we're not making a big stink about it to them. Once the branch is on their property completely, they can clean it up at their leisure.
And a pretty moment, the sun shining through the ice on the maple out front.
The view from the end of our driveway. Corey took this while he took a break from cleaning up the snow.
