Eyeballs Frozen to the Snow Drifts

     Is it still Winter where you are?  It is here.  In fact, it is snowing, even as I type.  This morning when I woke up the snow was coming down so hard that I was sure we would be buried by noon.  Fortunately, I can still tip-toe an' reach my eyeballs just above the line of the toppest snow.  Sorta'.  Actually, if I'm not careful, my eyelashes rest on the top of the drifts an' I'm afraid they might freeze there.  I don't want that to happen 'cause then, a car could come sliding down the driveway an' not see me an' my eyeballs an' I might wind up with tire tracks in my hair.  Talk about a bad hair day!

     So, I'm gonna' hide out here, in my office.  If you want me jus' walk right across the top 'uh the snow an' tap on my second-floor window.  I'm sure I'll be able to let you in... the window, that is.  Who knows?  Maybe it will keep snowing an' you will be trapped here with me.  Then, we can have a grand party an' stay awake all night watching summa' my videos on accounta' I don't have TV piped in.

  We can sit in front of the heater, downstairs, an' not be able to see out.  It could almost be like sittin' in front of a fireplace - - - if we squint.  Okie-dokie?  We'll put our cookies an' milk on top of the heater an' chat all night an' laugh 'bout how the snow has pro'lly trapped lotsa' folks.  When its all over we can go back to growing old an' plan on tellin' 'bout our adventure to our grandies.  Are ya' in?  I'll be watchin' for you.

     Until the next time, keep a hug on.

 ~ Yaya

As Long As He Knows Its His Fault

     Ya' know how some days its hard to do anything wrong?  No?  Oh.  Well, neither do I.  Then, ya' know how easy it is to blame someone else?  No?  Oh.  Well, I don't, either.  However, I might know a little bit about how it's natural to yell for the nearest possible Blamee helper when things don't work out quite the way I want them to.

     Okay, here's how it all unfolded:  there I was, minding my own business.  I reached for a book and, before I knew what had happened, the cup of milk I wanted to dunk my graham crackers in was lounging all over my pants legs and socks.  Well, no, that's not right, either.  See, the cup had stayed behind, apparently offering up its contents as some kind of sacrifice or sick joke.  At any rate, I was surrounded by milk in every direction.  All over the floor, my clothes, my shoes and... my self-esteem.

     Who did I call?  "My Good Hubby-Buddy!"

     Well, no, I didn't exactly say it like that.  He does have a nickname, ya' know?  "MGHB!"

     The point is, the milk hadn't even reached the floor, before his name had attacked his ears.  For about half a second, I contemplated how this could possibly be his fault.  Fortunately, I tucked that thought safely away for when I would REALLY need it.  I say fortunately because I'm sure, if I had tried to blame my good hubby-buddy, he would not have been nearly as helpful as he was.  Since I was all sweet and loving and didn't blame him for what was obviously his fault, he helped remove the results of his clumsiness.

     In case you're wondering how this became his fault, I should explain that we established years ago that when things go right, I am the hero and when they go wrong, it is his fault.  It keeps all that nasty decision-making to a minimum, when a situation calls for our quick thinking.

     So, before you find yourself in a similar situation, be sure to have a discussion with your hubby-buddy to establish some ground-rules.  If you work it right, he might just think that it was his idea.  Then, everybody's happy, right?

     Until the next time, keep a hug on.

Yaya