SNOW DAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Second one this week!
Okay Tuesday was more of a the-mild-temps-melted-the-snow-but-the-perma-ice-underneath-was-slick-and-dangerous-day.
And I didn't get a snow day because my classes went ahead as scheduled.
You can't risk the lives of grade school children, but universities can risk the lives of their students, staff and faculty.
So off to class I went.
But THIS morning. . . .
Ahhhhhhhhhhhh. . . . . . .
No Em to battle with.
Although in fairness, she's been much better of late.
No classes on my Friday agenda.
Nope.
Meeting already postponed in advance of the storm.
Meaning . . . .
Today I am the master of my destiny.
And destiny is leading me into work this morning with Stephen as he joyfully, willingly embraces the gloriousness of a 9.00 am class.
I will be ensconced in my office writing the remaining reference letters plaguing my existence.
But then, I will be done.
And upon returning home, the entire snow-filled day will be mine.
All mine!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Muahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Em had her second tattoo done Wednesday afternoon.
A five and a half hour affair that has left her happy, with a slight feeling of sunburn.
Okay, strong feeling of sunburn is probably a bit more accurate.
In the midst of her being tattooed, she texted me:
Owowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yup.
But the end result was, in my mind, so worth it.
Jealous I am.
Enough maybe to get a smaller version.
Early, early morning yesterday I am sitting at the kitchen table working.
Frankie at my feet under the table.
Fynnigan lying beside me on the floor.
Dibley sleeping in front of me, but blissfully he decided not to nestle into my papers.
Goblet in my spot in my bed.
Reilley snuggled in tight with Em.
Which leaves Jasper.
Whose sense of time is as skewed for him as everything else.
Not caring what time it was, he was bouncing off the walls, dashing and darting here, there and everywhere, reckless, wild, out of control as only a nine month old kitten can be.
All while carrying in his mouth his favourite cat toy.
Sort of the shape of an egg.
Heavy bottom, light top.
So when he made a stunning and superhero like leap onto the kitchen table, exhausted from his efforts and dropping as hard as he could the heavy bottomed cat toy, it's contact with the table was hard and loud enough to waken the sleeping Frankie with such force he immediately jumped up and whacked the top of his head on the underside of the table.
Emerging from underneath the table, hackles raised, him ready to battle, beat, consume whatever had the audacity to wake him from his slumber, with me imagining cartoon like stars and little birdies dancing around his head, he looked at me with an expression on his face that said one thing, and one thing only:
WHAT THE F*** WAS THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And in the time he took to express, fully, how he felt about being abruptly awakened, Jasper had settled himself in beside Dibley, resting fitfully from his frenzied frolicking.
I dunno, I replied to Frankie, who was still shaking his head trying to put everything back in it's rightful place.
Fynn?
Didn't budge.
Not even an eyebrow twitch.
He has the perfect temperament to live in this loony bin.
Now if I could only extract some to inject into Stephen, life would be grand.
Our neighbour sent me this joke.
I peed my pants.
Honest.
It's that funny.
Happy weekend!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
A newfie woman of advanced age visited her physician to ask his advice in reviving her husband's libido.
'What about trying Viagra?' asked the doctor.
“Not a chance', she said. 'He won't even take an aspirin.'
'Not a problem,' replied the doctor. 'Give him an 'Irish Viagra'. It's when you drop the Viagra tablet into his coffee. He won't even taste it. Give it a try and call me in a week to let me know how things went.'
It wasn't a week later when she called the doctor, who directly inquired as to her progress. The poor dear exclaimed, 'Oh, faith, bejaysus and begorrah! T'was horrid! Just terrible, doctor!'
'Really? What happened?' asked the doctor.
'Well, I did as you advised and slipped it in his coffee and the effect was almost immediate. He jumped straight up, with a twinkle in his eye and with his pants a-bulging fiercely! With one swoop of his arm, he sent me cups and tablecloth flying, ripped me clothes to tatters and took me then and there passionately on the tabletop! It was a nightmare, I tell you, an absolute nightmare!'
'Why so terrible?' asked the doctor, 'Do you mean the sex your husband provided wasn't good?'
'Feckin jaysus, 'twas the best sex I've had in 25 years! But sure as I'm sittin here, I'll never be able to show me face in Tim Hortons again!'
Title Lyric: Waking Up by One Republic
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