Holiday spirit

So, we had this little blizzard-y thing, which has it's minuses, but on the plus side, the last 2 days of school got cancelled, so that procrastinating I did when it came to buying the supplies for the craft table I was supposed to run at the 2nd-grade party the last day of school? Heh.

I shoveled the walk yesterday, and it was actually fun because the neighbors were out, too, and we kept cracking each other up and taking "snow lounger" breaks--you know, when you've got 2 or 3 feet of nice, packed snow, you can just fall back on it and it'll hold you up quite nicely. Just make sure you've got your snow pants on. Not your shorts, like my crazy neigbor. Why is it only the chicks dress for the snow? Is it some sort of Guy Pissing Contest? Could be.

The alley still hasn't been plowed, so it isn't like we can go anywhere, but the kids'll be back from their Papa's soon, and I think we'll be baking cookies and cutting snowflakes and tromping around in the 6' drifts. I'm close enough to being done with shopping to not really stress about it, even if we don't get out until Sunday. And I've got enough supplies to make another batch of Chex Mix, so we'll make it through.

I hope every one of you is safe and happy enough to be able to find something on the bright side to hold onto this season. Because really and truly? It's a wonderful life.

Out, out, damn Blogspot

Why is it that I can't comment on anyone's Blogger blog anymore? Because friggin' Blogger won't accept my Blogger sign-in. Oh, it says it will, but it lies.

Bastard.

The Littlest Boss

"You not the boss of me!"
"Excuse me?"
"You. Are. Not. The. Boss. Of. Me."
"Huh. Too true. You're your own boss. However, I'm your BOSS's boss."

It's all good

Just friggin' busy. You know how it goes.

About 10 times a day, I think, Oh! I should blog that!

And then I don't.

But all is well, and I hope for all of you, too.

Smoochies,
PK

Back

But buried. Oy.

When I get half a minute, I'll tell you about the Capone visit, my family's "Gift" (with a Capital Freaky "G"), and all that other stuff.

Smoochies,
PK

Hey all y'all!

Guess where I am? Ah'm back home in the SOUTH!

(Scriv, I suck, cause I didn't set up a get-together, dammit! I'm here until Monday afternoon, but it's been pretty packed full of Crazy Family Stuff.)

Such as!

The best story I heard at my uncle's surprise party last night:

My great-grandfather took him to Al Capone's house when he was 5!!!
I am not shitting you!

And my aunt sang at Capone's funeral.

Man, I kinda miss this family stuff.

I will try to find out more wild tales of criminal fun for your amusement as the weekend goes on.

xo y'all,
PK