My mom can't come to the blog right now. She's presently under the bedclothes, muttering something about dog pounds, laundry, and Flomax. I'm not sure what all of THAT could be about, but I'm pretty sure that the last little jibe is intended for me. Ahem.
Today is a full-on snow day here in Hoosierville North. I awoke at 4:30 am to hear the scrape-scraping of the nice men on the front porch, making it safe for fat old spinsters and humanity by getting rid of the drifts and such. I wish I could have reached the doorknob so that I could have told them not to waste their energy on a perfectly shoveled front pathway....nobody comes to visit and we don't use it for my constitutionals, so it's just a lot of work for nothing. But alas, I am only ten inches from pedicured paw to shoulder, so all I could do was bark at them through the side light instead.
(I wonder if that's what has the old lady in such a state?)
Anywhoose, I am going to spend a lovely day on my perch enjoying some peace and quiet. I've had breakfast, perused the paper, and written in my little journal, so it looks like all that needs to be done now is a good soaking pee on the footstool and then I can get some shut eye.
I hope that you and yours have a splendid weekend and that you spend it doing whatever it is you like to do. I have a feeling that ours will be spent in "time out" with a lot of upholstery cleaner nearby, but I could be wrong. Perhaps my Aunt Chrissy will take pity on me and take my stupid mo-ther out for a cheeseburger or two.
Stay warm and safe and dry, my dear friends. Until we meet again, I remain your loyal and devoted pal,