DJ...
I am a smarty pants!
One of the other good souls here just freep-mailed me about my positive attitude, which prompted me to recount a long embarrassing story from yesterday about my trip to town to buy some snowshoes, ‘cause we got thirty inches of powder out here, and I can’t get out and about to scout for coyotes who might want to snatch my two darling yuppie-smothered kitties and I can’t allow that, and on the way out of my driveway I saw some tracks through the fresh stuff and stopped to verify that they were elk tracks-—they were-—but when I walked over I took a step too far and plunged into the drift up to my hips, and after (sometime after) all the thrashing was done and I was at the store I realized I was missing my $500 polarized prescription fly-fishing sunglasses, which I still haven’t found and must still be under tons of snow-—AND WHICH I HAVEN’T YET QUIT POUTING ABOUT!!
Damn lovable cats damn snow damn elk damn country living etc.
I thought I wrote you thinking that this wail over SEA SALT soup was just too much to take-—I mean, REALLY!-—when what I and you and the other freeper now realize, I was actually writing to myself.
Like getting a thorn out of my big snow-shoed paw, you know?
The hell with the soup AND my glasses, is what I say. Thank you for the wake-up call. And most of all-—Happy New Year to you and yours!
Yikes. I hope you find the sunglasses. :(
About furbabies, we had one disappear for 5 days after our Sunday blizzard. He just showed up last night. Scared me to death!
A Happy New Year to you too!