Thanks for the kind words about Lady Doodle. We are still waiting for the pathology reports, and she is busy creating uh-mayzing snotsicles. Seriously. You have not lived until you've shared a home with an 80-pound dog who has foot-long snot stalactites hanging off her muzzle.
Obviously, we're trying to look on the bright side. Sure, she might have a nasal tumor. But dude, this snot thing is a serious talent. Like, "America's Got Talent" talent.
To add to the general ambiance of awesome, we received 20 inches of snow in the span of 5 days. While my hearty Iowan heart finds this to be a sign that we've gotten our money's worth and had a real winter, the reality of living someplace where this sort of precipitation isn't normal is another thing entirely. Folks here are FREAKED OUT.
Plus, if we're honest?
This was our driveway Tuesday morning. The garage is to the right, and the camera is facing the street.
It took My Guy and I several hours - plus a kind neighbor with a snow blower - to make the drive passable. My Guy got to use his chainsaw, which is obviously a win. However, I am still unable to move from all the cutting and limb-moving and shoveling and hitting-trees-with-a-broom-like-the-old-lady-I-am-in-hopes-that-no-more-branches-break.
And speaking of being an old lady? Facebook is en fuego with talk of ... my 20th high school reunion.
I could handle the snotsicles. And the snowmageddon. But throw in a reunion, complete with people bitching, "Oh, nobody liked me, so I won't go and none of you will care" or "Does it have to be on a weekend? I don't know if I can get off work?" Well ... fuck. Just FUCK.
The world is clearly coming to an end. Much like R.E.M. predicted, I feel mostly fine. Mostly.
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Okay, I'd admit it: I'm envious of your snow... although not as envious as I would have been if it had happened a month ago.
Personal experience talking here, the 20th reunion was better than the 10th, simply because people had grown up and realized the importance of living life. (However, that was before the entire world was on facebook. I'm old.)
I'm waiting to hear about my 30th reunion. Judging by how it's been "talked up" NOT, the 30th reunion is where everyone becomes apathetic.
Isn't is spring YET?
The snow looks much nicer from indoors, preferably curled up on the sofa with a Law & Order SVU marathon and a cup of hot cocoa. Trying to navigate among the snow canyons is getting old fast. I'm hoping they are right about 40s and 50s next week.
Hope Lady Doodle and her snotcicles will be on AGT soon!
Skip 20 and go to the 30th---I will probably never go to another one but 30 seemed to work for me.
60 today- love the south in winter!
I love to look at snow.
Also jealous of the snow, sort of. It's gotten so lovely here of late, I'm kind of convinced we're at spring, and then I watch the news re: your side of the country. Crazy.
Sorry about the snotsicles, that sounds pretty revolting; you are an amazing dog owner, I bow to your love for your pooches.
About reunions, I've done 10, 20 and 25. 25 was the best because it was the smallest. Go figure. Nice small crowd, had a great time, much less of the puffy-stuffy-showoff of the 10, for sure, and even the 20th. But go, definitely go. And have fun!
I am NOT envious of your snow. Not one bit. I live in the Pacific NW for a reason. It rains here.....
Go to your 20th. I did not go to my 10th(stupid yuppies at my high school) but am actually looking forward to my 20th, in 2 years.
Sorry about snotsicles. You should inquire with Ripley's believe it or not. Your poochie may have set some kind of snot record.....
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