Yesterday Miss Tadpole decided to take the boys outside to play in the snow. Thumper was all excited to bundle up, head outside, and build a snowman.
That lasted all of about five minutes. Then the cold got to him and the screaming began. At least I got some nice cuddle time while he warmed up under a pile of blankets.
Cricket, on the other hand, didn’t start screaming till he was forced to come inside. He wasn’t ready to be done playing, but he wasn’t listening, either, so in he came.
This weekend has given us the warmest temps we’ve had in quite a while – mid-twenties above zero! – but there’s a breeze, and it’s knocked the wind chill down well below zero. Still, at least it’s better than the last week.
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I went upstairs to put the boys to bed a little after 8:00 p.m. and the sky was dark. Like middle-of-the-night dark. Given that it’s been staying light till somewhere around 9:00 p.m. lately, this was odd. But it had been raining, so I didn’t worry too much about it. I had just started reading Fox in Socks when the emergency alert went off on my phone – a tornado warning had just been issued. I hollered down to Seymour to find out what was going on and he said he’d check the radar, so I went back to reading. A couple minutes later, Bubbles thundered up the stairs and said we were supposed to head down to the basement.
We’ve been doing a lot of work on houses lately. Last weekend (not this past weekend, but the one before it, the weekend of Father’s Day) we painted our old house because our deal fell through and people who’d looked at it before thought it was too much work to fix (although what’s so hard about hiring someone to side it once you’ve bought it is beyond me).
Suddenly they all died. The end. 