This is a picture from about 1965. Clearly the gutter was either non-existent or else plugged and not draining. Sometimes I have to laugh. If that was 2007 the mother who would be taking the picture would be saying . . don't stand under those icicles, they'll break lose and you'll be killed. We just didn't worry about safety details back then. In the picture you see my brother Gerrytrying to injure me in some way. I was obviously oblivious and I obviously survived . Bea had a snow day yesterday and so we took the opportunity to to go outside for a bit and watch Terry shovel snow. Once again I'm glad I'm the lady of the home. Otis was happy for some attention.
It was snowing so heavily, I just couldn't resist just a few more pictures for my friends out there that have to deal with automatic sprinklers year round.
So, yesterday I once again made the really complicated and delicious spaghetti sauce. Bea practiced her teaching skills by reading the entire 5 pages of instructions to me upside down. It was pretty funny. Sorry, I didn't have time to take a picture of that, she didn't stop reading and I had to keep cooking.
Terrence was supposed to work late but because of the storm they were sent home early. The dinner guests that I was planning on having today needed to postpone and so we decided to pack up the Spaghetti Sauce, pasta, Caesar Salad and Garlic Bread and head out to Stu and Karlee's for a quick dinner together. Now, those of you who know me best know that one of my character flaws is that I tend to hurry.
I put the Spaghetti sauce in a bowl and put it in a grocery bag so that it would be convenient to carry. Most people would have a warning sign go off in their heads that the bag might not be strong enough. I probably had that sign as well, but because we were rushing, I chose to ignore the alarms. I made it as far as the laundry room, where the bag split and the bowl and the sauce went flying onto the tile floor.
The bowl was smashed to pieces and the sauce travelled further than physics should have allowed. We used a dustpan to scrape it up. Fortunately I still had a bit of sauce left in the pot so we were not without dinner.
Well, at least I had something to write about today. It's all good.