Duhn-dah dun dun-dun-dun-duh. Ice Ice Baby.

So I was tidying up our room and picked up some dirty clothes and put them down the laundry chute (don’t laundry chutes rawk?).

Hunky: Whatcha doin’?
Me: Putting my dirty clothes down the chute.
Hunkster: *rolls eyes* See, I was just wondering because I wasn’t sure. I’m not sure I’ve seen you do that before.
Moi: I think I actually just heard your eyes rolling back in your head. Be careful; those’ll snap right off on ya.
Hunkalicious: I thought you were the deaf chick?
Myself: I still have some treble. It was so high, only dogs and I can hear it.

And now… da weather.

Huuuuge ice storm in Cedar Rapids. Sounds like a photo op to me.

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We’ve had two snow days in a row, and my boys are driving me a little batty.

Actually… they could have been much worse. They played in the ice for quite a while, read books, made new hotwheels track set up, and all four of us watched a movie together. Today I did bribe them with Wendy’s for lunch if they’d clean their rooms. They tried; but there was a very real possibility that they could’ve actually starved to death before the job was done. It’s nothing a Crime Scene cleanup van and a Hazmat team couldn’t take care of. But then there may be also the added expense of a garbage truck rental.

Rip it, roll it, and punch it, dude. And shake it all about.

Author: Dory

Believer. Wife. Mom. Deaf chick. ADD-addled. Photographer. Graphic designer. Blogger. Guano whacknut. Not necessarily in that order.

3 thoughts on “Duhn-dah dun dun-dun-dun-duh. Ice Ice Baby.”

  1. I’m thinking it’s going to be a chilly 60 today. I’m seriously thinking of wearing a long sleeve shirt.

    (I love talking to folks in the North this time of year.)

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