It's That Time Of Year

To say there is a bite in the air is an understatement. It's been c-c-cold last couple of days up here in frozen snot city. Dark rain clouds, lots of rain and coldness. Lots of coldness. Do we turn on the heat? Noooo. Told the kids to toss on another layer of clothes and find a blanket.

The thought of the gas bill just sends me hiding behind the pillows pretending I'm sitting on a warm beach and therefore do not need to turn on the heat. Matter of fact, I think I'm getting too warm and I'll need to shed my 3rd layer of clothing.

Or not.

I saw a better version of a Snuggie. It's a blanket that wraps around you but snaps down the front and it has sleeves. I want one. I don't care if it only comes in redneck orange and hunter brown I want one. When I'm blogging at 1 in the morning it gets freezing in here. I dropped about 30 hints to Hubs. Bet you he still has no clue.

I am happy Hubs got the air conditioners out of the windows Monday night. I was ready to break out the ski mask but I'm sort of concern that I've worn it so much that it's starting to be a turn on for him.

Isn't that cute? I'm his princess! Granted his ice princess but that's just a small detail. Although judging by all the screaming, the whining, the boo-hooing that he does, I'm thinking it means something. Just not sure what.

But it's that time of year where mice have no problem showing you that they are alive and well and living in your house. Just a little bit ago I went out to the kitchen when I walked in on a special Olympic game of mouse marathon. Thankfully this mouse was much smaller than Vinnie not to mention faster but he was on my counter top!! While he didn't flip me off like Vinnie, he did leave me a present. Basturd. Yes, I spelled that wrong on purpose.

Make mental note to bleach the entire kitchen tomorrow. Hope the fumes kill them off and not me.

What gets me is that I am super careful to not leave stuff out, fold up bags and clip them, anything that gets open goes into a large storage bag or whatever, but nothing is left laying out in the open. Except...I'm not that on top of taking care of the dishes after super. I swear I spend most of the day cleaning up the kitchen and getting the dishwasher loaded up and then it's time to cook dinner. After dinner I'm d-o-n-e. I don't even want to look at a dish. The screw it gene is working its thang. Only now that is totally backfiring.

So I'm hiding in here trying desperately to ignore the cheering of the crowd of mice as I think they are working on the backstroke in the sink.

Ok, so it's not THAT bad but just the thought of it gives me the willies. Suddenly Ratatouille isn't such a cute movie any more.

And did I mention the rain? We have another roof leak upstairs. There is a section of board that is slowly sagging. Except this must have been going on for a while cuz I notice it had mold growing on it. I am so observant, aren't I? So looking at this saggy, nasty, moldy board it decided to rip open and pour out it's thoughts in a very wet display of emotions. I keep asking that board to hang in there until Hubs can get outside and fix it before it collapses on us. It's been raining so hard that I've had to dump the bucket twice. Good times.

Makes the nighttime trip to the bathroom interesting as you try not to kick the bucket.

*snicker, gasp, wheez, snort* heehee, I crack myself up.