Could It Be? A Spring?!

Could it be that we might actually have a Spring this year? I hate to say this, as to not jinx myself. Because, well, Mother Nature has been known to dump a few feet of snow on me for my birthday in years past.

I think it's pretty safe to say, however, that we dodged a bullet this winter here in the great state of Maryland. Our snowfall was minimal. It wasn't terribly cold. Which was great for my heating  bill. Hell, hubs and I even got a snowblower from my uncle, bracing ourselves for a craptastic first winter in our house. Because, let's face it, we now have a driveway and a sidewalk to clear. But at least we never have to dig our cars out again. Hooray!

I had myself thoroughly convinced that, as soon as hubs left again, we'd get dumped on with the blizzard to end all blizzards. However, this week's forecast has no snow in sight. Instead? Sunny skies with highs in the 70s. That's what I'm talking about. I'll certainly be packing up the pups for some walks outside. Only after I get Wiggles' dagger nails trimmed. Those bitches are LETHAL right now. And since he's a total weiner, I have to take him to Petsmart and let them figure out how to trim them. Because my tactic of holding him against the ground with my body, while trying not to show him that I have nail clippers so he doesn't scream like a little girl, is not working anymore. I'll gladly shell out the $11 for that peace and quiet.

And thanks to Daylight Savings, I've got about an extra hour to get all this done. This week will be rough. I did lose an hour of sleep after all. It takes me a few days to get that back. It also takes me a few days to get used to it being pitch black when I get up. I think my workday should start at 10:00 AM, so I can get up in the light. No?

Happy Monday!

Hubs is Gone...Again.

I can't believe it's March already! You know what that means? It's my birthday month. I do accept gifts in all forms. Goods, services, praise. March 22....one year away from 30. The sheer horror of it makes me want to vomit. I'm getting so old.

In other news, hubs is gone again. Blah. You all know how much I hate it when he leaves. It's been almost a year since he's had to travel for work. So I kind of got used to having him around. It's nice. I like having a present husband.

He left yesterday morning. He's only traveling domestic this time, so that's definitely a positive. A little bit less to worry about. But he's working 7 days a week, and nightshift on top of that. Our conversations are sure to be few and far between. He'll be gone for anywhere from 45-90 days. I told him if he's not home to mow the lawn, I'm calling breach of contract on this marriage. I've said it before and I'll say it again. I don't do outside work. It hates me. I hate it. When hubs signed on for this marriage, he signed up for ALL outside work, short of planting pretty posies and weeding flower beds. I don't mow lawns. I don't prune trees. I certainly don't mulch. And I absolutely don't use the weed whacker.

Call me stuck up. Call me a priss. Whatever, go ahead and hate. My allergies hate weeds, grass and pollen.

Last night was rough. You know what I'm talking about. The first night in your house alone. Every sound is suspicious. Is it an intruder? A ghost from the Great Beyond? A mouse? My imagination? That's probably more like it.

My attack dogs are less than vicious. But Peanut does alert me of any obscure noise. That's a blessing and a curse for sure.

On the positive side? Hubs has a job. A good one. It affords me the house that makes all the crazy noises at night (that certainly aren't there when he is.) And I'm truly thankful for that. And at this juncture, I'm way better off than him. Living in a tiny hotel room for that period of time? No thanks.

That's my life right now. Take it or leave it.