Oh the weather outside is frightening…no, really, I mean FLIPPIN’ FRIGHTENING! I’m not going out there, I don’t have to; I can see it. I’m holed up in a hotel room in town to keep from being holed up in my house and snowed or maybe even iced in at this point.
I do not have the time nor the patience for a snowstorm or an ice storm, or even a thunderstorm, because I am knee-deep in the planning of mine and my two girls’ 40TH, birthday party/celebration/ extravaganza, call it what you will. While the season is Winter, I’m in a wonderland with all the details! We’re so excited and we can’t wait to celebrate. Now if the weather could make a swift shift and cooperate, we get keep things in order. The cake design has been underway and nothing’s gonna stop us now!
At this time I don’t know what’s crazier, the fact that I’m walking around with a can f Lysol spraying everyone and every thing in site, (door handles, remote controls, computers, phones, people) or the fact that it’s twelve degrees outside, and my daughter and her friend thought they were going to walk to a nearby store and purchase swimsuits so that they could swim indoors to break up the mounting spells of pure boredom. First of all, I advised against the walk, but I didn’t put my foot down. I made a simple suggestion. “How about you walk around outside for a minute and then decide if you think you should make the trip.” I let them make their own decision; I’m okay with letting them be involved. And I knew that they would never make it that far, which proved to be true when I heard them come back in moments later, stating that it is, in fact, too cold to walk anywhere. See how that works? The girls are in the nice warm room, I don’t have to worry about them, nobody is mad at me for it, and it was all their idea! When my husband returns from work, we will drive them to get swimsuits. Oh wait, now I know the answer to what’s crazier. Probably the fact that we live in a town where the nearby store still sells swimsuits when it’s twelve degrees outside. People like us…they see us coming from a mile away.
Enjoy, Barrelassers 🙂