Weather & a Wuss

Snow, ice pellets, freezing rain! Does it get any better than this? We're snug as a bug in our log cabin house up here in the Canadian boonies, fire blazing away. The pups are snoozing in front of the fire, the cat is lying on the mastiff's back occasionally giving the sweet animal a swat when the snoring gets loud. I'm drinking a LARGE mug of hot chocolate – Cowboy put a mega amount of marshmallows in it – and I'm eating chocolate lava brownies I made last night. (The giant squid is such a wuss. He's eating what he calls a normal breakfast – cream cheese omelet, toast, sausage, coffee.) (I do not like sausage.) Tsk. The man lacks a true spirit of adventure. I'm going to tell him so as soon as I finish the last of the brownies and have one foot out of the room.

I love winter! I love winter weather. I wouldn't mind going out on the deck and inhaling some of it but sure as shootin, the second I open the sliding door to the deck a behemoth monster will rise up and grab me, growl something not worth listening to and then no matter how many layers of clothing I'm wearing, I'll feel his giant paw on my teeny tiny backside. Tsk. Didn't I say he has no spirit of adventure? (He's a wuss, too.)

It's about 10 or so below zero right now; the wind is singing high pitched songs. Fog is pretty thick but I can just make out a few tree branches swaying. The lake is frozen, of course. The cat is fascinated with the sounds and sights but will eventually succumb to sleep; he has to get his 20 hours of snoozing in – it's his job. The pups continue to snore through it all. The giant squid is looking at me… I know that look. He notes the weather, my interest in it and is watching. He's a protective wuss, but still a wuss. No adventurous spirit. Tsk.

"Sar…" he says. It's a warning tone.

Tsk. Haven't done anything… yet.

I don't think he's going to get much done today; he'll be too busy watching me.

Cowboy says he'd like one of my chocolate lava brownies. Oh please! As if I'd share chocolate! I suggest he help himself to the Twinkies in the pantry. Some Italian mumbling follows. Oh dear. One of those words is parte inferior which translates to "bottom" and the other word – which I can't spell means to spank. I think I'll stuff the rest of the lava brownies in my mouth and take refuge behind the rotts.

"SAR!"

Oye. I think he drank too much coffee.

Did I mention it's foggy, alternating snow and freezing rain? The wind is blowing. I'm sitting behind 2 rottweilers eating chocolate lava brownies, drinking hot chocolate with lots of marshmallows. I'm fairly certain the giant squid is contemplating evil while he watches me. Okay, he just might have a little bit of an adventurous spirit. But he's still a wuss.

~Sar~