WHEW! Have you ever read "
Little House in the Big Woods" "On the Banks of Plum Creek" (edited because I'm an idiot)? You know that part with the huge blizzard and Pa is on his way back from town and then it turns to night and there is so much wind and snow that he loses his way and has to tunnel into a snow-drift to wait it out and then all he has to eat is the Christmas candy that he bought while he was in town and pretty much he could have died and stuff? Well the Ingalls' ain't got nothin' on us.
Okay, fine. It's not even an inch of snow. But dude, the wind is blowing like a mo-fo (sometimes I like to say stuff like that to weed out the sticks-in-the-mud. Although if you've lasted this long or were interested in clicking on a picture of a woman with a toddler's Spider Man mask on her head, I'm guessing you are not one.) out there. The snow was literally (real meaning of word literally is always used, fear not) "falling" horizontally. And then Lizzy was all "Hey, something on my window is broken outside".
(2)Joy of joys! So I bundled up like the hardcore pioneer that I am (what? They wore wind and waterproof coats from Land's End and polar-fleece scarves and hats and ultra-thick ski gloves via REI, didn't they?) and brought two small children with me who insisted that it would be fun and I saw the problem and realized that if I didn't address it, a broken window could be the result and if I DID address it, I could demand that my husband praise me and my git-it-done-ness when he comes home. And there is nothing like the prospect of being considered awesome to motivate me to do something sucky, I tell ya what.
(3)To the barn! To the ladder! Allow small children who may be blown away by the 35 mph gusts of wind to saunter into the woods alone! To the window! To the removal of screws on the broken shutter with my bare hands not because they were put in poorly to begin with but because I am a woman of steel and aren't you impressed! Expecting hand-written letters of praise sealed with expensive wax!
(4)I would have even grabbed a picture of my heroism and posted it to my snazzy new Flickr account except that it's become clear to me that God does not desire me to have a photo stream because He hates photography. Probably. Because somehow my phone is not compatible with Instagram at all, but then Instagram pulled some bonehead move and then, instead of apologizing for being jerks, decided to pretend that they had NOT pulled some bonehead move and rather that all their users are idiots and simply do not have the ability to comprehend the English language. Total turds.
(5)So then I was all "Yay! I can use Flickr and finally be cool!". Except no. No I cannot. Will my photos load to Flickr via my phone? No. Will it work if I try and try and try again? No. Will it work if I use the wi-fi connection instead of the 3G. En. Oh. Blergh! Sigh. Clearly I'm leading an extremely rough life...
(6)Speaking of my not-rough life, in response to this super-fun thread on ye olde blog fb page, my friend Rachael wrote this post. Hilarious!
<<segue to photos of cookies taken with not-my-phone>>
Wanna see how Christmas cookies decorated with Easter and Valentine's Day sprinkles look?
And because glorious things come in threes, the Three Wise (Snow)Men of Gingerbreadville:
|Butterflies in my Tummy|
Now to Jen's! For posts from blogs who don't feature cookies three posts in a row!