It warmed up enough to melt what had frozen to the new metal roof, so at times throughout the afternoon sheets of ice would slide off the roof and smash on the ground below, which made for much excitement when leaving the house to run errands at around 4 today. We also had icicles dripping from the eaves, so that was great fun when an ice-cold drop of water went splooshing down the ol' neckhole of the sweatshirt I was wearing.
Worth it though, because a 5-pound bag of dog treats was on sale at the Tractor Supply for 5 dollars, and thus Wern is happy.
That is one spoiled brat dog.
|About half as bad as this, which is bad enough.|
Well tonight I got tough. He gets no dinner until it's cleaned up. He tried, just now, to counter with the 'hey, good thing I have this box of Cheeze its right here,' at which point I took a stance and told him there would be no SLEEP tonight unless it got cleaned up.
Seriously, the place is a mess, and I can't stand it anymore.
And thus, I have become my mother.
Hark!! I now hear the sound of paper being wadded up! Could this be the start of my victory?
Also, does anyone want a box of Hickory Farms schwag we got for Christmas? It's just sitting on our kitchen table. A nice assortment of meats n' cheeses! Guaranteed to last until next Christmas if you're into re-gifting!
Update: a travel bag that has 'been missing' for a couple of months just emerged from the Things' room.
And the boys are arguing. Sounds like the start of something big.
This has been your update from the Tiny House, for Wednesday 14 Jan 2015.