I know. It’s not Monday morning right now. More like almost midnight on Tuesday night. But who the heck is keeping score anyway? Not I. Most days I’m happy just to know what month we’re in and writing a post for Monday morning at midnight on Tuesday is just about as good as it’s going to get these days. Sometimes you just have to cut yourself some MAJOR slack. And I do mean major. As in, the floors are in dire need, DIRE NEED, of meeting a mop right now. And have been for several days. And I just don’t have the energy to introduce the two. I think I’m lucky when I get these damn floors swept and vacuumed each and every day, sometimes several times a day. One of the perks and bennies of living where we do. Dirt, dirt and more dirt. As much dirt as you could possibly ever shake a broom at. And then some more. As if a dump truck full of dirt is backed up to my door and every now and then lowers the boom a bit. I go through more vacuum bags here than you would ever believe. Two dogs, a small child, a husband and a “backyard” of dirt makes for a necessary stockpile of vacuum bags. Which I have, thanks to Amazon. Me and Amazon are on a first name basis you know. They love me. And I love them. Truly love them. I can get anything I need there. You name it. The requisite vacuum bags. Batteries of all shapes and sizes. Humongous bags of Nestle Toll House chocolate chips (best ordered during the frigid months). Vacuums even. Thank you notes. Birthday presents galore. Oh, and books. Of all shapes and sizes as well. Yep, me and Amazon are buds. But then, living where we live, it’s not like I can just run out to the corner grocery store when someone’s got a hankering for chocolate chip cookies, right? And when that battery in the smoke detector starts going berserk? Better have a 9V locked and loaded, eh? And must, must, must have a healthy supply of vacuum bags. For the dirt. The never-ending piles of dirt on my once-clean floor.
Wow, how was that for a digression? Probably cause I’m sitting here feeling guilty for not introducing the mop to the floor.
So, what the heck. How about looking at some pretty pictures that make living here with all of this dirt completely and totally worth it.
I got home Sunday night from work just before the snow started to really decide to get crazy. And here is the way it looked on Monday morning.
*get snow tires put on car
*put emergency cold weather gear travel bag in car
*drink lots of 1/2 caffe dark chocolate mochas with whip to ward off impending winter doom
*think about Christmas lists (I know, I know, it’s not even Halloween yet. Don’t bug me about it. Do you know how fast the time is going to go before Santa wiggles down our chimney???)
*buy ski passes to Snowy Range Ski Area (woo hoo!! That’s one of the awesome things about winter here!)
*make sure there are vacuum bags 🙂