are we...or aren't we?

Greetings from limbo!

Maybe it's not so easy to walk away after all.  Over the past twenty-four plus hours, I have been waiting for the proverbial ax to fall, with my marriage perched precariously on the chopping block. 

But after more than twenty-four hours, my husband, bags at the ready, is still here.

So what does this mean?  I don’t exactly know, but I’m hopeful.  Hopeful that we can come to some sort of amicable resolution…one that doesn’t include divorce.

On the whole, today was a good day.  Despite everything going on, I managed to steal away for a few hours, with my daughter in tow, to see a movie—Scream 4.  I had a free ticket voucher, and it was worth using it.  The movie was actually pretty good, if nothing other than a complete distraction from my current worries. 

I also had a dozen or more messages wishing me well, and offering support—something I have desperately needed, but didn’t want to ask for.  So to all of you who sent kind words my way…thank you!  I think I’ll be ok.

Of course, I’ll be ok.  Just maybe not overnight.  No matter how things turn out, I am certain I will need time to get back to being me.  And I suppose that’s ok.  We all need time to heal.  Lucky for me I have a blog…writing is therapeutic.

Until the next time…I’ll be here…doing the limbo!

the problem with a new beginning is…something else had to end

Have you ever watched that old game show…Let’s Make a Deal?  Remember that one?  It was the show where host Monty Hall would offer someone in the audience a great deal…they could have a prize of his choosing or they could take what was behind one of the curtains…

Curtain number one might have been a nice new refrigerator or some other lovely kitchen appliance.  Curtain number two could have been a new car.  And curtain number three?  That curtain hid a broken down old car…or a rusted out refrigerator…or some other terrible thing that would have you wishing you’d stuck with the first prize. 

That was the hook. 

There was a risk involved.  You could take the boring prize Monty was offering…a few hundred dollars in cash, perhaps…or you could go for what was behind one of those curtains.  And you never knew which curtain had the good prizes, and which one had the crappy one. 

As for me, I was trying to find a new car.

I didn’t make any secret of the fact that I was hoping for a new car to ease the old car woes we have been having around here.  All weekend I was researching new cars…and today I even went out to test drive a few.  It was a fun adventure.  I was all ready to sign the papers and take the new keys when the real world version of Let’s Make a Deal showed up.  But I didn’t pick the curtain with the shiny new car…or the fancy kitchen appliances…I picked the curtain with the broken marriage behind it.

After a heated family moment, followed by a lengthy deliberation—both of which are far too private to discuss in print—it would appear that my marriage is in jeopardy.

So…no new car…but maybe a new life. 

I just really wasn’t ready to get rid of the old one yet.  It might have had a few holes…a snag here or there…but it fit really nicely, and I was comfortable with it.  I guess we should never take things for granted…you never know when it will disappear behind curtain number three…

Until the next time…I’ll be shedding a few tears and hoping it was all a dream.

the quest continues...

Ok...so Saturday wasn't a good day for car shopping, and neither, it would seem, was Sunday...but the interest has been renewed, and the quest for a new car will continue...

Mike and I did a good bit of new car research and we have a few selections in mind.

Our requirements?

Decent gas mileage is high on the priority list, followed by space for the dog (of course), and then general style and comfort.  We are leaning toward a SUV or crossover.  I may go test drive a few cars tomorrow.

I will keep you posted as the search continues. 

As for the rest of my Sunday...it started out bad but ended up better than the day before, and I should sleep well tonight. 

I'm looking forward to a new week, and a new set of adventures.  Let the games begin!

Until the next time...I'll be hoping for a good night sleep and a bright new day!

it's hard to travel without a car!

Car shopping was a bust.

Mike was on call this weekend, and right in the middle of car shopping, he got a call.  This meant we had to cut short our search for the perfect vehicle.  And as things like this often happen, the momentum may be lost for good.  I never know what is going to happen from one day to the next anymore.  Isn't that just like life?  To leave us without a definitive future?  To leave us in charge of our own destiny? 

Or are we?

I think sometimes that I have very little control over what happens in my life.  The great puppet master is pulling my strings and making me dance to a tune of his own choosing. 

And admittedly, I'm not a very good dancer. 

I might not be very good at anything at all...oh wait...I'm a pretty good writer, when the inspiration strikes.  Unfortunately, inspiration is a fickle friend.  Or maybe I'm just not trying hard enough lately.  I could use a vacation.  A real one...the kind where you actually go someplace and relax. 

Well, I certainly won't be going anywhere this weekend...unless maybe the car search starts anew in the morning.  In the great words of my mother...we shall see.

Until the next time...I'll be taking a vacation in my dreams!

nothing much to say

Today was not my best day.

I am actually speechless.  It doesn't happen often, but when it does, it's pretty bad. 

Rainy day...angry teens...hungry dogs...busy husband...dead car battery...it all sounds like a bad cartoon grocery list.  I wish it was.  But it's actually my life.  Or rather, an isolated moment in my life.  I would still like to think better things are coming...otherwise I wouldn't be able to get up in the morning.

And tomorrow morning actually has promise. 

Mike and I are going to go look for a new car.  We just decided it was time.  No car payment is a wonderful thing, but having at least one vehicle with zero problems would be even better. 

With any luck, I'll have good things to write about tomorrow. 

Until then next time...I'll be car shopping!

maybe I'm just getting old

I think I've reached a point where the hormones are just plain unfair.  They are beginning to wreak havoc with my already chaotic life.  Just today, after a miserable night spend in a cold, dark parking lot (across the street from a house that looked alarmingly like the one where Michael Meyers lived in the movie Halloween) I spent the bulk of my day sprawled across the sofa crying.  Why I was crying would appear to be the million dollar question.  The answer?

Hormones.

My hormones started working against me as we were standing around my locked vehicle in that parking lot last evening.  It was in the hour just before the sun went down, and we were attempting to break into the car because we suspected the keys might be inside.  As I watched him work the hanger into the door, I was thinking that my husband, should he ever decide he is tired of the high income IT field, could take up a life of crime.  The future car thief teenagers were unable to fish the hanger in to pull the lock button up despite having worked at it long before we arrived. 

Mike had the door open in a matter of minutes. 

The entire scenario reminded me of a moment from my past.  My sister had locked her keys in the car...something she has done many times since...and her now ex-husband spent the better part of an hour trying to "pop" the lock as my husband did so efficiently last night.  He worked at the window furiously (in more ways than one) until he finally got the door opened...just as she discovered the passenger door had been unlocked the entire time.  Her keys were in the ignition, safe and sound...right where she left them.

Mine were not.

My daughter had truly lost the keys somewhere along the road as she walked up and down the blocks with her friends. 

We picked up the search along the road again, retracing her steps until the sun had disappeared below the horizon and it was clear we would not find them.  And at the very moment we discovered that fact, I was riding the rollercoaster of PMS down the rickety, cavernous track to what could possibly be my death! (Because hormones are nothing if not dramatic.)

I arrived in the parking lot sometime just after seven and left sometime just before midnight.  That left nearly five hours for my hormones to work themselves up into a dramatic frenzy. 

A level of turbulence that could not be calmed simply overnight. 

I think I feel a little better now that more like twenty four hours have passed.  Twenty four hours and a bowl of ice cream that is. 

Ice cream and a really good cry...those are the only cures I'm aware of for raging hormones.  But feel free to share if you know anything else that works.  I figure I still have a few more days of this before it passes.  And I'll try anything if you think it might help!

Until the next time...I'll be eating a lot of ice cream!

where do I begin?

Today was, hands down, the worst day I have had in a long long time that didn't involve any actual injuries.

I don't even know where to begin to explain it, so I'm going to do a brief summary...then I'm going to go to bed, and hopefully when I wake up in the morning at least some of it will make some sense and I will write it all down then.

As I said a few weeks ago, I have managed to piss off the gods in a major way, because the car-tastrophes that have plagued my family just keep on coming. 

Today's catastrophe?  The keys to the Mercury disappeared somewhere in a half mile radius of where my daughter last saw them, and after several hours of combing the path she took on her travels, and several more hours waiting for AAA to send a locksmith, I am out close to $200.  And this was a day that almost turned out ok...I was just an hour away from American Idol (which I missed completely) when this newest Shakespearean style tragedy struck. 

But seriously, whatever this thing with the cars is, it has ceased to be funny.  I have reached the end of my tolerance rope, and I am clinging to the fraying ends for dear life.  Isn't it enough that I have to deal with hormones, teenagers, and a marriage on the brink without having someone up there in the control booth of life fiddling with my vehicles too?

Could someone please explain to me what the actual Vegas odds would be for this sort of thing?  Should I be playing the lottery with the numbers or something?  Am I missing the message in there?

Ok...I'm done for tonight.  After all...it was midnight by the time I was headed home from the parking lot I spent my entire evening in. 

I promise when I've had a chance to process this information into more rational thought it will be funny.  If this wasn't happening to me I might just have a good laugh. 

But right now I may just laugh until I cry. 

Until the next time...I'll be here waiting for the next shoe to fall!

happy whelping day!

I was reminded today that babies are born but puppies are whelped. 

Why the distinction?  I'm not certain.  But I figured it would bear mentioning on such a momentous day as today. 

Today is Indy's birthday. 

And although I definitely wanted to make note of today as important, I didn't think it was necessary to hang balloons or buy a bacon flavored dog cake, despite the mild temptation to do something extraordinary to mark the occasion. 

Instead, I took Indy for one of our usual outings.  We went by the vet to weigh him (he weighs a whopping 157lbs at one year old) and visit with his human friends.  He also got to bark at a few cats and hang his head out of the car window while we drove.  On our way home, I bought him a special treat (one that I will regret for the entire evening as I sit down wind of him on the sofa). 

It wasn't much different than my own birthday, really.  Even though I doubt he understood why today would be so special.  After all...every day is a fun day for Indy.  He's a dog.  He gets fed regularly.  He plays in the dirt all day long and sleeps in a comfy bed at night.  I've never known anyone who loves life more than a happy dog. 

I wouldn't mind just a little bit of that kind of happy.

Until the next time...I'll be sliding a little further down wind!

I remember when sleeping on the couch was punishment

Well, I took the kiddo to the doctor today, and stocked up on three different prescriptions to rid her of the rash, the cough, and the underlying virus.  It looks as if she will survive, and just in time for her to feel better. 

And just in time for me to get the sofa back. 

She had spent the past several days camped out on my new sofa, rolled up like a human burrito using every extra blanket I had on hand.  She said it was the most comfortable place to be.  She looked pretty comfortable.  I just might sleep on the sofa tonight...as a test…not because I have to.  I need to know for myself how comfortable it is.  I can’t just take someone else’s word for it, can I? 

Besides…my husband is working on our taxes in the bedroom.  No time like the last minute, right?  I don’t know if I want to be in the same room while he’s wading through that mess.  It’s a good thing I have a nice comfortable couch to sleep on, isn’t it?

I think so too!

Until the next time…I’ll be sleeping on the sofa…because I can!

you scratch my back...I'll scratch yours?

Word of advice to the mildly paranoid?  

Learn from my mistake...stay away from WebMD!

I spent the better part of last night and today researching my daughter’s growing number of symptoms from her “mystery illness”,  since I had no way of taking her to the doctor on a Sunday, and no desire to spend hours sitting in the waiting room of the emergency room.   

The symptoms I searched?

Rash, cough and fever…amazingly overabundant symptoms for some horrible diseases.  Diseases that I was certain she must surely have!

I won’t even list the possibilities for fear that I will need to take a sedative to prevent a new round of panic attacks. 

I don’t think she actually has all of those terrible diseases…but possibly one of them.  Unfortunately, I don’t know which one.  This is why I will be calling the doctor first thing in the morning to make an appointment.  And right after that, I will be disinfecting my new sofa…the place she has been sleeping for the past two days. 

On a positive note…the sofa is VERY comfortable even for the infirmed.  I must keep that in mind for the next time I feel ill…which could be very soon, as I am either itching as a show of solidarity, or she’s contagious.  It doesn’t sound good for book club tomorrow night…that will make two in a row I will have missed.  I may never get a turn to host!

I suppose I have bigger things to worry about…like running out of calamine lotion!

Until the next time…I’ll be scratching behind my ear!

how can a good day be so bad?

Have you ever had one of those days that left you conflicted as to whether it was a good day or a bad day?  A day when you had an equal amount of good things happen as bad? 

Today was just such a day for me.

I sold my old sofa.  This is something I was desperate to do, just as much for the extra cash as the extra space.  My house has just enough room for one sofa.  And after plunking down a nice chunk of change for the new sofa, I was looking forward to recouping a little on the sale of the old one.  And today was my lucky day! I sold it to the second person who came to look.  And I was able to get a ten percent return on my original investment.  Not bad for a ten year old sofa!

What could be bad about that, you ask?

I made the mistake of telling the lady that for a small fee, we would be happy to deliver the sofa…locally.  The only problem with that was, one man’s definition of local is another man’s far far away.  In this case “local” turned out to be downtown Atlanta…a whopping thirty two miles away! Suddenly my twenty dollar delivery fee was barely enough to cover the cost of gas!  And the Land Rover overheated while towing the sofa on the little trailer down the highway.  Luckily, it recovered quite quickly and we made it home without incident…two hours after we left home. 

But, I was three hundred dollars richer for my troubles, and if that was the only mishap of the day, I would probably be blogging about something else entirely. 

As it happens, a long distance delivery was the least of my worries.

The worst of my troubles comes in the package of one of my children.  My daughter.  She has been sick for the past few days and only this morning discovered that she is covered from head to toe in a terrible bumpy rash!  She is miserable…itchy and uncomfortable…and we have no idea what could be wrong with her.  I have given her several medications to alleviate her discomfort, but it has not solved the core problem.  It looks like I will be searching for an urgent care facility in the morning…or worse…taking her to the emergency room tonight. 

What more could go wrong, you ask? 

Mike and I decided to tackle an ambitious project in the kitchen this afternoon; just minutes before he had an urgent case come through that he had to handle for work.  So my kitchen is pulled apart again and between a sick child and a busy husband, it looks like it will stay that way for the foreseeable future. 

Lucky for me I can’t see very far into the future. 

And I did manage to paint a mirror that I have been putting off for days.  Oh, and thanks to the old sofa, at least I can afford to buy itch cream and cough medicine…and a pizza or two while the kitchen is out of commission!

Until the next time…I’ll be trying to put my kitchen back together while applying Benadryl!

out with the old

Well, it's been two days with the new sofa, and I'm still in love. 

I don't think I've ever had such a good feeling about a piece of furniture before...and I love furniture.  I have loved the Restoration Hardware sofa since I first saw it back in 2003, and I have been dreaming of the day it would be in my very own house.  Thanks to the Comfortable Couch Company, my dream has finally come true!  I would have never been able to live with myself if I had paid the ridiculous price for the original sofa, but at almost half the cost (in no small part due to my "mad" negotiation skills) how could I say no? 

In fact, my entire house is in love with the new sofa.  I don't think I've seen the kids spending as much time in the living room since they were little.  I'm not complaining at all. 

But, I do have a little predicament.

I have an extra sofa that needs a new home.  This is where "craig" comes in.  I listed the sofa with craigslist a few days ago, and finally, I have a line of people waiting to come see it.  I need to wake up early tomorrow to begin the viewings. 

But not until we move the sofa out onto the back deck.  It is currently taking up residence in my bedroom and my husband does not want strangers in our bedroom looking at a sofa.  So out on the deck it goes!  Thank goodness the weather report is calling for sunny skies!

I guess I'd better get to bed before it gets too late.  I'm not a morning person...even now that I have my new sofa.  I could get used to being a late night couch potato, though.  That doesn't sound half bad at all!

Until the next time...I'll be selling my sofa to the highest bidder!

nothing like a good panic attack to wake you up!

I sat up last night, waiting for my girls to return from a spring break trip to Panama City Beach, Florida.  I had them check in every half hour on the nearly six hour ride home.  I suppose I may be on the overprotective side, but there are worse traits to have. 

They should have walked through the door before midnight.  That was the plan anyway.  But all good plans seem to fall apart on the road home. 

First, two of the three cell phones died.  My girls have smart phones, but they weren’t smart enough to bring a single car charger to keep them charged.  Their friend, the driver of the vehicle, had both a phone and a car charger.  The problem was that I couldn’t GPS that phone. 

When I lost contact with the girls around ten-thirty, I didn’t panic.  Mike and I calculated their location based on last known location and a series of complicated mathematical formulas.  We determined that they were out of cell phone range.  Soon after that, I managed to get a text message to them and they replied.  Our assumption was correct.  They didn’t have a strong enough signal to call. 

I lost contact again after eleven-thirty.

This time, they were too close to Atlanta metro to lose signal. 

I was truly worried.  Panicked even.  Not a good night to have run out of my blood pressure meds. 

I was wide awake at two am when I got the phone call that they were almost home.  They had taken a wrong turn and drove quite a bit out of their way.  Apparently, there was limited phone service where they had driven.  I didn’t ask too many questions.  I was just relieved to have them home. 

Is there ever a time we stop worrying about our children?  Maybe I should ask my mom that question…

Things were pretty much back to normal this morning.  I ran out and got my prescription filled and quickly took my morning dose.   I won’t let that run out again!  Especially if my kids are travelling at the time.  Thank goodness there are still a few days left in spring break.  I would greatly enjoy a few days of real rest and relaxation. 

Until the next time…I’ll be enjoying our last few days of vacation.

now that's what I call a "couch potato"

Amazing day today.

Mike and I got through several boxes of old documents and mail that we have been holding on to until we could shred it.  Today was that day.  Although, we didn’t exactly shred it.  We put it in the outside firepit and burned it. 

Some vacation huh?

Of course, if I’m being honest, I’m always on vacation…just one big boring vacation.  Mike on the other hand isn’t often on vacation, so I do feel bad that he is not having the most exciting week.  Then again, our new sofa was delivered today…after almost two months of waiting. 

It was worth the wait.

I absolutely LOVE the new sofa!  It is big, and soft, and leathery.  It’s big enough for me, the Mastiff, and one of the other dogs to sit there together. And we are doing just that!  I may sleep on the couch tonight.  Just because I can! 

I haven’t taken any pictures yet, so a manufacturer’s image will have to do for today. 

Isn’t it gorgeous? 

Now I really need to get hopping on those pillows!  Even Mike mentioned how we needed pillows done ASAP…I guess I know what I’ll be doing this weekend. 

For sure this time. 

But for now, I’m going to spend the next few days hanging out around the house with my husband; we will be trying to get the rest of the boxes unpacked.  Or not…who knows.

Until the next time…I’ll be snuggled into my new sofa (with a dog)!

who is “Craig” anyway?

I don’t know what’s wrong with the last minute…it has always worked for me.  I got through many years of school by waiting until the last minute to start a project, or study for a test.  

But, don’t tell my kids I said that.

So when I got the word that my new sofa is being delivered tomorrow, I knew it was time to list the old sofa on craigslist. 

I suppose, just maybe, I was overly ambitious with my expectations.  When I listed my refrigerator, it was sold within the hour—in fact, I had a line of people waiting to buy it—so of course I expected the sofa to be sold before dinner.

I did get a few inquiries before bed…but hardly the cavalcade of buyers, blowing up my email and trying to be the first to take the sofa off my hands.  That was what I imagined.  It wasn’t how it went down.  I suppose not everyone is searching for furniture on a cold Tuesday night. 

If it isn’t sold by the weekend, I may have to have a garage sale.  Not what I wanted to do on the weekend…even if I have no shortage of things to sell since moving.  I suppose it would be a good idea.  I don’t know how I still have so much stuff.  I guess this is what happens when you “down size”. 

In other good news…

I hate the yellow mirror I painted last night.  It is too brightly colored for the muted color scheme I so meticulously created.  Lucky for me I only bought a $3 sample container of yellow paint.  I can paint it over with the pretty white/gray trim color.  I have plenty of that. 

I’d better get moving…I have a new sofa to rearrange for!

Until the next time…I’ll be waiting for Craig to sell my sofa!

pick a season

Despite my close call with spoiled port wine, I have survived another day.  And what a day it was!

It got to 83 degrees in Atlanta today.  It would seem that we have skipped over spring and gone straight to summer.  Although, that assessment may be premature as I hear it is suppose to get close to freezing again tonight.  So in a matter of a week we will have experienced winter, spring, and summer. 

And now we are in the throes of a nasty thunderstorm. 

Most of the dogs are skittish (Indy is sleeping), and the cats got out and are still outside somewhere.  I almost wish I was in bed...I love sleeping in a thunderstorm.  But I still have a coat of yellow paint to go on the mirror I painted today.  I will call it an experiment, because I'm not sure if I love it yet.  The idea was to add a pop of sunny color to the shades of gray in the house.  And as they say, it's just paint.  If I hate it, I can just paint it again.

At this point, I suspect I'll be pulling out a light gray tomorrow and repainting.  We'll see.

What do you think?

Yes or no?

Until the next time...I'll be waiting for your feedback before I pull out the paint brushes!

a port in every girl?

Have you ever thrown caution to the wind and taken a crazy chance?  Ever done something incredibly dangerous and foolish?

Yeah, me neither.  But today, I came close. 

I was unpacking boxes (yes, I still have boxes to unpack) and discovered a bottle of port wine.  There was enough wine left in the bottle for half of one glass.   I love port, what girl doesn't?  Port is sweet, and warm, and mellow...all the way down.  Like a super special dessert!  Especially with a nice piece of dark chocolate, which I just happened to have on hand.  So, I uncorked the bottle, and took a sniff. 

The bouquet was lovely, exactly as I expected, and I was delighted.  I put the bottle to my lips and took a swig. 

I knew instantly that I shouldn’t swallow.  The wine was gritty, and sour on my tongue.  I should have known better...I couldn't even remember when we bought it.  Who knows how long since it had turned. How long had it been in the cupboard before I packed it away?

I quickly spit it into the sink and scrambled to rinse my mouth.  It was hours before I was convinced I hadn’t been poisoned. 

I won’t do that again. 

But I wouldn’t mind a fresh bottle…or rather, a perfectly aged but not spoiled bottle.  With the dark chocolate, of course.  I might just have to go get one tomorrow.  It will be my little secret. 

You won’t tell will you?

Maybe I'll just finish unpacking boxes first.  It can be my reward.  I love prizes!

Until the next time…I’ll be rinsing my mouth out a few more times before bed.

what a difference a day makes

Just twenty four hours ago, I was lamenting about the miserable weather, and how cranky I was because of it. 

Now here I am, happy as can be. 

What would bring about such a radical change, you ask?  Why, that would be thanks to a little ball of fire that I like to call the sun.

The weather in Atlanta today was beyond reproach.  Mike and I piled the youngest child in the car and headed out on an adventure.  Nothing too ambitious—it had been a while since we had ventured out on a sunny day—but we thoroughly enjoyed every moment of it. 

Once we returned home, Mike climbed a ladder to “raise the canopy” on a few of the trees in our yard in hopes of bringing more sun into the yard.  It worked.  The yard is now a much sunnier place to be.  We may even pull out the barbeque grill tomorrow and cook outside. 

I’m calling off my war against the groundhog (for now) while I simply enjoy the arrival of spring.

I really don’t have much else to say…tomorrow is supposed to be sunny and warmer…it sort of leaves me speechless.

Until the next time…I’ll be enjoying my weekend to the fullest!

april fool's day

I decided to abstain from April Fool's Day this year. 

Just call me a conscientious objector.  I just didn't think the morale at my house was up for the pranks.  And with the weather the way it's been, I was just too run down and cold to bother.  In fact, I was so against the non-holiday this time around, I made it my mission to spoil the pranks of others.  Not in a mean spirited way.  Instead, I thought of myself as a sort of Robin Hood...taking from the prankster and giving to the pranked. When I noticed an obvious prank being pulled, I felt I needed to shine a spotlight on it to protect the innocent from needless pain and suffering.

Yes, I was a killjoy. 

I really wasn't that bad.  I kept to myself all day, working on a project that was due at the end of the day.  I can't complain really, I was left alone for the most part.  That's always the best thing to do when you run across a bear coming out of hibernation. Even Henry Chow, ninja kitty, steered clear of me.  He was obviously still holding a grudge from the other day when I yelled at him for sinking his claws into my neck.

But that was self-defense.  I would never go on the attack unprovoked!

Then again, I did drop the f-bomb on an unsuspecting telemarketer in the early hours of the morning.  But in my defense, I was still sleeping, I had a migraine, and I was invoking my first ammendment right to free speech!  Ok, that might have been taking things a bit too far...under the circumstances, I felt I needed to reach for the only defense that held any weight on a miserable day like today. 

I muttered out the words, "April Fool's" just before I heard the line go dead. 

I guess she didn't have a sense of humor.  It must be contagious.  Hopefully it's only a 48 hour mean streak, I'm ready for a good mood again.  I hear the sun is coming out tomorrow, that might just be the trick!

Until the next time...I'll be an April fool if it's a nice day tomorrow! 

you call this spring?

Well, the sun peeked out from behind a cloud for almost five mintutes today.  Mike and I ran to the window to see what the strange light in the sky was and found ourselves fighting for the spot directly in front of the glass where it was warmest. 

Those few minutes were the best I'd had in days.

The time we spent basking in the glow prompted us to jump in the car and drive to the nearest big box store to look for a wood stove insert for the fireplace.  If we are going to have to suffer through a few more days/weeks of cold, wet weather we were determined to do it with a warm fire to stand around. 

As it would seem, the big box stores are already pulling out the summer stuff.  I will have to wait until June if I want to stock up on next year's Christmas lights and wood stoves.  Oh well...so much for that idea.  I guess we'll have to keep burning our old mail.  It's amazing how much old mail you collect when your shredder is broken.  And equally amazing how warm it gets when burning old bank statements and pay stubs.  It almost enough to make me dance to the mailbox!

But let's not exaggerate, shall we?

I heard a rumor that the rain might dry up and warm weather may move back into the area on Saturday.  It would be nice if it were true.  I won't hold my breath, but I might say a quiet little prayer just in case.

As for tomorrow?  I have nothing grand planned.  It's just another Friday, right?

Until the next time...I'll be keeping an eye out for that sunshine to make an appearance.