I guess when they said "We're going to have a blizzard" they meant it this time. Stewey and I awoke to nature's majesty and the forehead-smacking realization that "Ye Olde Snow Shovel That Was My Very First Purchase As A Real Adult Person With A Path That Would Need To Be Shoveled" is now buried under seven feet of snow out there in the back forty. (What can I say? Keeping the snow shovel on the back patio so that I could make a little path for you-know-who seemed like a good idea at the time.)
Speaking of....methinks he's got the right idea as to how one goes about enjoying a snow day:
He's been tucking his little nose into anything that's warm today, so you can imagine my surprise when I opened my eyes in the big girl sleigh bed and saw his little heiney sticking out from under the Target fleece blanket. Normally he sleeps sprawled in the exact middle of the bed, but apparently we're trying something new. All I know is that I will be SOLO for nap time today, with hopes that I might actually get a little shut eye.
(Oh, who am I kidding? This damn dog is impossible to sleep without. He's warm and soft and cuddly and sometimes he even smells nice. How the heck am I supposed to resist THAT?)
We're having interesting potty issues here at Chez Spinster, since no matter where we look there is a pile of snow that comes up to my boobs. This makes for a rather difficult treck outside to find an appropriate place for Little Lord Fauntleroy to leave a deposit. Just moments ago, my neighbors were witness to me standing in the middle of the nicely plowed driveway (in my pajamas, no less) saying "This is a good spot, Stewey. Just go here and Mommie will dispose of it later. No, I can't get you to the grass, Your Highness. You're just going to have to go here and fret about it later."
To which he replied...."You first".
Needless to say, I've positioned several potty pads in the master bathroom with hopes that he will use them whenever the need arises. Damn dog.
I know that the world is sick and freakin tired of all of this darn snow talk, but I thought I'd leave you with a few pics looking out the back and front doors of my little hovel. I just think it's so pretty to see, especially if you like this kind of thing:
(I have no earthly idea what the heck that smudge is on the window, but it almost looks like a feather. I just hope that the spring thaw doesn't reveal any nasty surprises out there.)
OK, everybody. Stay warm and safe and dry today. If you're in the path of anything ominous, please be careful and make sure you take an extra pair of socks.