This happy discovery along the back side of my house is taking a bit of the edge off February. Am very excited to see who these turn out to be. (These aren't the ones I planted in the fall--those are out in the yard under at least a foot of snow.) And if any of the bazillion deer in my yard so much as look at them I swear I will punch those deer in the boobs.
You know how February is. Everyone in my poor family has been manifesting in different ways.
I stare grimly out at the snow and eat carbohydrates, while threatening mammary violence against deer. Also I knit.
Coolboy tried to plan a trip to California that didn't work out.
Jenny is painting the inside of her new house, and bought really, really extremely expensive paint for her bedroom "to tell winter to suck it." (Her words.)
Spitfire called me demanding that I take a Caribbean cruise with her and then cursed me out (in her mind) when I had to tell her that I don't have a current passport. "WE DON'T LET THINGS LIKE THAT LAPSE!" She is right. I feel shame.
My parents sent all the women in our family (including sisters-in-law and Spitfire, who is single) an email saying that they can't go anywhere this month but are trying to plan a "defrosting" vacation for later in the year. Because at least booking a trip can make you feel better, you know? So if anyone is secretly pregnant and due around x dates they'd better fess up if they want my mom to come help. Except the dates they were throwing out are so far down the road that said secret pregnancies couldn't even be conceived yet. Math fail . . .
GH: So is that why you are all this way? Did you get it from your dad?
Me: Pretty much.
But look! Only one week left! Stay on target . . .