Showing posts with label winter. Show all posts
Showing posts with label winter. Show all posts
Friday, January 06, 2017
Preparing for Winter Storm
Percy: This is where I plan to be for the next two days - at least. Hiding under the sheets and blankets on the big bed.
Marcus: Hiding? I can see your hump. Are you part camel?
Percy: I don't have a hump.
Marcus: I beg to differ. I distinctly see a hump.
Percy: Close your eyes and you won't see anything.
Marcus: Okay.
Taylor: Glad those two have that problem ironed out. We're waiting on a winter storm to arrive today and carry into at least tomorrow afternoon.
Merci: Fortunately, we don't get an abundance of ice and snow here but evidently some is arriving. Last winter was fairly warm, so this will be your first snowstorm, Taylor.
Taylor: From what I'm hearing, I'd just as soon miss it. I hope there is room under the blankets for me. Move over, Percy!
We are joining the Pet Parade hosted by Rascal and Rocco, Basil the Bionic Cat, Barking from the Bayou and Owned by a husky.
Thursday, October 27, 2016
Fall Is Falling
Micah: This preparing for winter is hard work! I need a break.
Cyndi: Why are you complaining? Jan's doing all the work!
Micah: Yes, but someone has to snoopervise to make sure she doesn't fall off the stool, or through a window.
Cyndi: But she's the one moving furniture, stuffing newspapers in window cracks, hanging and rehanging drapes, and whining about aches and pains.
Micah: You're a female. You just don't understand how important it is for us males to have a job. It feeds our eggo.
Cyndi: It feeds your what? Oh, you mean it feeds your ego.
Micah: Yeah, ego. So Jan gave me the job of bodyguard until the winterizing is finished.
Cyndi: Well, if you're her bodyguard, you had better hope her body doesn't fall off the stool and land on you.
Micah: Don't worry, I'm not supposed to be close enough to take a bullet for her, only close enough to the phone to dial 9-1-1 should anything happen.
Cyndi: It won't be long before the temperature will start dropping down to freezing at night. Brrrr. I hate being cold.
Micah: If this is fall, why is this tree the only sign of the season the dogs see when they walk Jan?
Cyndi: I have no idea. The leaves might not be turning yet but they sure have been falling into the dog pen. I hope you aren't planning to tell me you were sitting by the back screen door with a phone in paw in case Jan fell into the pile of leaves she raked.
Micah: Of course not. I sat by the back screen door with a feather duster in my paw to wave and cheer Jan on so she'd stay awake for the long, boring job.
Cyndi: Aren't you glad that's over!
Micah: It's not. Jan said leaves will keep falling into the pen until some time in January. How about taking over my cheerleader job for the season?
Cyndi: Can't. Energetic activity would invalidate my Medicat insurance.
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