The Nor-Easter hit us and frittered out but we got a snow day out of it. I was awakened by the tiny scritches that the freezing rain made at my window. It was white and crisp, sloppy and slick. Ohhh boy. Winston yawned, performing his "I'm hungry and have to go potty" dance. Okay Win. You should be careful what you ask for old boy, you just might get it.
He had no idea what to do when I opened the door and he stepped outside into that sloshy crunchy mess. He looked stunned. At first, he seemed to think it was a mirage so he gingerly took about ten steps. "Nope. This is crap and I'm done out here...." and he charged back for the door which I had quickly shut. Now his nose was sore from smashing it and he was ticked off because he was still outside in that cold stuff. I yelled at him through the door. He began to fake either a seizure or hypothermia; shaking so violently his chubby cheeks were making that fatty,slappy noise and I could hear it. We were at a standoff. He wasn't stayin out there and I wasn't lettin him in. We glared. Then he broke me. He lifted his paw. LIFTED HIS PAW and looked up at me. I swear to the Almighty I saw a tear roll down his cheeks and heard "Please ...PLEASE...I won't duty on the rug. I PROMISE! PLEASE let me in....I might die out here or worse get WET."
Yeah, I caved and so far so good. But he's punishing me and skulking about the house. I'm such a mean mommy.
So the bunnies emerged with that gleam and twinkle; that spring in their step that can only mean "Outside". They ate breakfast and were dressed before I could say "School's closed". Scrambling for hats, gloves and boots they dashed out. I was right behind them. Not a moment to waste. It was raining now and we hurriedly constructed a snowman. I confess that it was one of my favorites. I heard the stampede of the neighborhood kids and saw them racing for the yard. Shovels, buckets, and miscellaneous garden tools wielded high in the air, a snow fort was erected and snowballs were formed. The teams were decided and "WHACK" the first ice ball nailed Boo right in the face.
I had to ask if he was all right before I started to laugh. He really DID look like Ralphie from "A Christmas Story" right down to the shaking gloves and sobs. But he did NOT finish that scene. I took him in and checked him out-those ice balls have been known to KILL people! and started to get him undressed/unwrapped. He began to cry harder.
"Ohhhh JEEZ LUHWEEZ! It's SNOW! What's wrong NOW?"
"I wanna g-g-go ba-ah ah-ack ou-ou-outSIIIIIDE" (complete with head jerk) I rolled my eyes "sympathetically".
"Why?"
"Cause it's fuh fuh FUN."
"Looks like it from here."
I stepped back and let him go. He needed to fix this one on his own. He wiped his nose, zipped up and strolled out of the garage. At first he leaned against my car satisfied with knocking sheets of ice off in big chunks. Then I saw what he was doing. He was molding the PERFECT ice ball and waiting. When the opportunity came he ran to the target and not to blow the shot MASHED it into the face of the offender. I could hear it grinding up and sliding down the collar of the kid's coat. My neck was cold FOR him.
"NOT IN THE FAAACE!" Ben yelled and backed up; ready to rock. The kid shrugged "oKAY!"and they are now building another snow fort so they can attack the girls.
Ben is in charge of making ALL the snowballs. I have the cocoa started. Won't be long before the troops are in...
Be safe and have a nice one. Thanks for visiting.
