Lazy sax of shits!
(*Note to self--check auto-start manual and see if a van haunting are recorded.*)
We lost electricity too. Then again, if you fart loud around here the electricity goes out. It's aggravating.
It is now 30 degrees here. It dropped this morning, with rain all day and now, turning to snow.
SNOW, I SAID! DAMN IT, SNOW!
I am pretty sure that, Mother Nature is a now buddy with my mother. They seem to have the same tempers. My mother has also been known for hauntings when she is pissed off at me so, the van might be her at well.
(*New note to self- check to see if my mother's name is mentioned in manual*)'>
I slept most of the weekend. I used the old, "Well, the counselor said I should do it more often" routine. The problem is, I go into a deem REM sleep and wake up in the middle of it. I feel comatose when I wake up and it takes me hours to come out of it.
I didn't care today, however. I laid down on the couch after Construction Guy showed up with my estimate on the new side door/larger stairs/grill bump-out/lattice board. Tom was sitting around, doing ABSOLUTELY NOTHING so, I followed suit.
I slept until 5 PM.
It is so raw and cold that, I am off to the upstairs world, turning on the gas fireplace (hey, it works during electrical outages too! YAY!) and watching TV. One can only hope that, War Commentary Shows will not rape the networks tonight.
I want badly written, smut-filled drama tonight, damn it!
Taylor is into more brutal temper tantrums. The sad victims: My floor plants. She was taught that, when she takes such a tantrum, out comes the vacuum! It did not please her at all.
She took off--we couldn't find her. Finally, after searching the house (and lowering my own ALERT level), we found her. She went into my bedroom, laid on the bed, and fell asleep!
If nothing else, she didn't go into a nutty this time but found her own peaceful place to hide with the vacuum going.
Colin was reading--yes, reading--a book down here earlier. Taylor has already shown that, she can read--
HA! They said that Taylor may never talk or communicate. She is reading. They said Colin might be years behind the other kids--HA! He might fly right by them!
YEAH!
Ex-Nun called today. She denied being 'a demon' to neighbor next-door and said she never talked to him. Let's all play the game--GUESS WHO IS TELLING THE TRUTH!
Long story short--she is doing the fence. I put it into perspective: All torn up: 5K. Small area of fence: PRICELESS! (Actually, under 1k but it sounded good).
That is it. I am off to the warm upstairs, pulling my flannels out of the SUPPOSED AWAY IN THE ATTIC pile upstairs, turning on my gas fireplace and searching for smut-filled drama!