Over the weekend Pup and I had millions of projects (as per usual) and made progress in spite of the fact I spent most of Saturday with Bella at a baby shower she was hosting for one of her friends.
The long-time friend is a redhead. She has enough power surging through her to light half of the smallish suburb of Minneapolis where I live.
I curse myself for not taking several BlackBerry shots of this amazing Lego world she has built. Every little Lego was placed by her own redheaded hand! It was truly amazing.
Cut to yesterday. We are happily working away on our separate projects; Pup in the office sorting and filing from his Season and me in the dungeon finally sorting through the rack and ruin left from the remodel. I am slower than the comeback of El Chicano.
I have the radio on keeping me company while I vacuum up dead bugs (gross) and I hear sirens going in the 'hood. I turn on the TV and there is an explosion of tornados. Our area being listed in particular.
Pup scoops up the pets, including Lorenzo's DK, and lobs them into the dungeon. The cats are not happy.
Poor George is afraid of storms so he's actually okay with being in the dungeon with me where it is quieter.
The harder pet to round up is Pup. I'm shouting updates up at him of the path's touchdowns and he's reassuring me over and over that he will actually join us soon in the basement.
He climbs down bearing snacks and coke. What a man.
It lasted just a few minutes. Damage reported as close to our house as 1.5 blocks away.
We are safe and untouched.
I'm a weird woman. I can always tell when we're going to be absolutely fine. Maybe it's intuition. Maybe it's delusion. I knew we'd be fine.
Bella and The Big B live a few blocks from us and they were fine as well.
Spending a portion of your afternoon holed up in respective dungeons is better than flying about like Dorothy since I really don't want to follow any damn yellow brick road thank you very very much.
smooches my hooches
Hope your weekends were lovely and quiet!
The long-time friend is a redhead. She has enough power surging through her to light half of the smallish suburb of Minneapolis where I live.
Cut to yesterday. We are happily working away on our separate projects; Pup in the office sorting and filing from his Season and me in the dungeon finally sorting through the rack and ruin left from the remodel. I am slower than the comeback of El Chicano.
I have the radio on keeping me company while I vacuum up dead bugs (gross) and I hear sirens going in the 'hood. I turn on the TV and there is an explosion of tornados. Our area being listed in particular.
Pup scoops up the pets, including Lorenzo's DK, and lobs them into the dungeon. The cats are not happy.
The harder pet to round up is Pup. I'm shouting updates up at him of the path's touchdowns and he's reassuring me over and over that he will actually join us soon in the basement.
He climbs down bearing snacks and coke. What a man.
It lasted just a few minutes. Damage reported as close to our house as 1.5 blocks away.
We are safe and untouched.
I'm a weird woman. I can always tell when we're going to be absolutely fine. Maybe it's intuition. Maybe it's delusion. I knew we'd be fine.
Bella and The Big B live a few blocks from us and they were fine as well.
Spending a portion of your afternoon holed up in respective dungeons is better than flying about like Dorothy since I really don't want to follow any damn yellow brick road thank you very very much.
smooches my hooches
Hope your weekends were lovely and quiet!
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