It is snowing and blowing. The sidewalk from last week’s picture is gone again. I am trying to maintain my sense of humor and good mental health . . . but even the crazy friends are sick of listening to me whine. Here is just a sample of what I heard in church yesterday when I tried to answer the question, “How are you?” honestly:
“It’s only February. What did you expect?!”
“The snow will melt.”
“We leave for Mexico tonight!!!”
“We leave for Florida next week!”
“Ha! Ha! Not seriously. You should try snowshoeing. I LOVE snowshoeing!!”
And my favorite:
“Do you think he’s too comfortable in his diaper? Have you tried just putting him in underwear so he can feel how it feels when it’s wet?”
Yes. Yes, I have.
Then I talked to my dad on the phone. They are in Alabama or Florida or . . . who knows . . . they were somewhere next to the pool.
“I hear it’s snowing again. Guess I won’t tell you it’s sunny and 70 here. That would make you feel bad. Hee, hee, hee.”
My own father.
