My Adventures As a Pack Mule, Part Two.

First, before I go into part two of the story that I started yesterday, I want to send a BIG HUGE HAPPY BIRTHDAY to Mr. Dina. He is old today. :) (At his request, I am baking a cake, and some of you may be delighted to hear that I will be decorating it a la Mid-Century Mom.)

Second, we clearly did not lose power in this last blizzard (the one that started on Tuesday night, February 9, 2010 and not the one these posts are about). I know, I have lost count, too.

Okay, back to business. :)


Remember how a tree and a power line got into a wrasslin' match on our street and how the tree won and knocked out the power? Well, Miss Utility got that tree back and good...


Okay, on the slog home (Monday afternoon, February 8, 2010) we didn't have to hike the entire mile back to our place. In fact, my dad and his 4WD got us to the edge of our street with no problem. That said, we still got to be pack mules (yee-haw or should I say hee-haw) for the last 1/10th of a mile...our street, still not plowed and still very deep. My dad, ever the sweety, said he would take the kids and that Mr. Dina and I could be the luggage carts.


Yippee!!! I can see that this foreign thing, dry pavement really excites Rex. God bless this neighbor. This stretch of dry pavement lasted one house...then it was back to thigh-deep snow for us adult humans and shoulder-deep snow for the rugrats. :)


Ooh, more dry pavement...this time on the other side of the street. Clearly we weren't drunk, but hop-skipping our way from side to side and back to the middle made me feel like I was. Except in my oh, so attractive puffer coat, my walk of shame is eminently more fashionable. (Haha.)

Oh, and yes, those are dirty clothes in that HUGE Target bag. Truly, truly a walk of shame.


Now isn't that nice, a place where Rex won't drown in the fresh powder. I think he saw our house and because he is (almost--tomorrow, you all) 3, the view was like something he hadn't seen in ages. Do you remember how S-L-O-W time dragged when you were a kid? To Rex, the two days we were gone are probably equal to two weeks for us adults. I am sure his only thought upon spying the house was, "My bakugan, my sweet triad sphinx bakugan!"


And with his smile, Part two is finished. There appears no need to do a part three and four (thank goodness). I look forward to getting back to the business of dressing up and being sparkly again!

Have a great night, all!