Saturday, December 29, 2007
Why I Should Go On Strike; Why I Don't Like Snow; and Why I'm Drinking Margaritas on Saturday Afternoon
It's winter and James doesn't have to work much during the winter months. It's holiday time and Zach's out of school until Jan. 7th. These two little items means it's no rest for the weary (or is it the wicked?, I foget).
On Monday James forgot to put the trash container out beside the road for pick-up, this was Christmas Eve, so you can imagine why it was/is a big deal to have a full container going into one of the trashmakingest days of the year.
Since James had gathered up all the trash in the house a few days ago, I thought he was storing it in the shed until time for the next weekly pick-up. Apparently it doesn't pay for me to think, because I was wrong.
This morning, as I was sweeping and mopping the utility room (a chore Zach was supposed to have completed due to it being his muddy boots that made the mess), I looked out the back door to find at least half of the contents of 2, huge, hefty bags scattered all over the deck. I'm quite sure the mess perps were Daisy, who'd been out for a romp, and the neighbor's St. Bernard. They must have thought they'd just throw a big ole trash party cause it took me quite a bit of time, in bare feet and pjs, to pick up and sweep up all their left-overs.
I'm still muttering obscenities.
Feeling sorry for myself, I decided to take a little break and look through the mail. While glancing through the 2008 Old Farmer's Almanac, I read that it's predicting a snowy Winter, a cool Spring, and 100+ temps for Summer. The snow news, even if it's only remotely possible, lead to thoughts of why I don't like snow.
snow= kids playing in it
Kids & snow = more messes for mopping up and more laundry.
There you have the reasons for the Saturday afternoon margaritas.