Returning the Boots

Russ has a pair of Lands End boots that needed to be returned. He has put the deed off for two years, but he finally got the box together to have them returned. It is February, he is without a good pair of boots, and needs a set.

 Once the boots are received he will receive another pair. He brought the box to the post office and a few minutes later returned in a huff because it was going to cost $10.05 to send them rather than the $6.95 that he was counting on. Hence he stated, "I'm not spending that kind of money. I won't return the boots." 

I reminded him that neither FedEx or UPS would be cheaper, that he was crabbing over pennies, and he needed a pair of boots not a box with useless boots in them. It ended with me passing him the money and saying, "Get your butt out of this car and return those boots!" 

 Surprisingly, he did. When he returned I asked, "What did the postmaster say since you had just been in? Or, rather, what did you say?" He replied, "I told her that my wife and I had a disagreement over $3.05 and that you won."

Deliciously Scared

My grandkids liked to be scared, deliciously so.

 Their father has a game called Scarey Monster. Since they live in the woods on 25 acres, they are without electricity. At night it can get really dark when the oil lamps and candles are unlit. 

Their papa will hide in a darkened room with a flashlight. They enter and he will pounce upon them shining a flashlight to catch them in its glow. He then wrestles them to the ground and tickles them. 

The two boys love it, but their sister, Antonia, at 2 1/2 is too young to play unless she is held by her father. She gets to pounce and scare. 

Recently, they played Scarey Monster and a newly potty trained Antonia and her father jumped out to scare the boys. 

 Her father learned an important lesson while holding her that underwear don't absorb as well as diapers when you get scared, deliciously so.

More Snow

We managed to visit with the grandkids and get some sledding in before running into another snowstorm on our way home. It was uneventful except for the near miss as we exited the ramp.

 The guy behind didn't appear to have good tires on and slid past us into the median. It was a little odd to realize we were both traveling in the same lane. 

Later we were awakened by a violent thunderstorm with lightning and heavy rain. It sounded like spring or summer, but it was dumping on several feet of accumulated snow. It made me start thinking about gardening and mowing the lawn. 

 But, alas, no lawn visible. The snow had gobbled up half of the swingset, the front split rail fence, and our bushes. Everything is sleeping well. Not a bad idea especially after shoveling.

Big Snow, February 2, 2011

We are hunkered down at home while most of the country comes to a screeching halt due to a huge snowstorm over 2100 miles. 

Why do I like this? I don't have to go out if I don't want to. I will be baking something yummy, or at least one thing yummy. 

There are scented candles burning and the fragrance is lovely. 

Clean flannel sheets are on the bed and the pillows are fluffed and ready for a nap, an early night, a good read before sleep. 

We have a snowblower that I don't have to know how to work, Russ does. 

We have electricity and heat. The refrigerator is well stocked. I have some good books to read and some good movies to watch if I want to. And the people I love are well and protected from the storm.