Looking out my back door........
Snow. Snow. Snow. And my naked lady birdbath. And, way in the back....our naked boy holding a bird. This is where our garden goes every Summer.
Summer. Ah. Summer.
And directly behind the fence...our crazy neighbor who mows his grass at midnight, keeps his lawnmower out all year and has a wired up containment place for his cats to play in. I don't mind the containment thing, except that it looks zoolike in the Summertime with all his cats climbing up the wire, trying to escape.
I feel like weeping. The snow was gone. We'd received some rain. The grass was not really green, but not quite brown.
And now....nine inches of snow.
I somehow missed our tree, which is to the left. And our pretty pine trees which are WAY to the left. And yes, that is just a portion of our back yard. We have a lot of room back there.
I apologize for the bad photo. I showed it to Bing and she thought it was terrible, that I had obscured a portion of the top with my thumb.
We've been cooped up in the house together all day long. Chili is simmering, we should be feeling cozy. Instead, I sort of want to kick her. She's been driving me nuts all day by making big messes.
This is called prairie madness. It usually comes in late February, early March.
School will probably be canceled again tomorrow. This means that Liv's next basketball tourney will be postponed.
Will someone please rescue me and take me to New Orleans? Hawaii? Anywhere but here on the frozen tundra of this godforsaken prairie.
I want to go out and have mad sex on a balmy night in a hammock.
I know...that's like shower sex. It sounds really hot but in actuality, it sucks. It never works right. Someone slips or bangs their knee. The water is too hot for one of us and not hot enough for the other.
If we were in a hammock, we'd just fall out.
But...see....I'm imagining being in that hammock with James McAvoy. Or Tina Fey. And we wouldn't fall out. Because in your imagination, everything works just right.
I just want out. OUT.
I am losing my sanity here in this FUCKING snow.
And please...no pilgrim stories about how this is nothing. How you walk ten miles a day just to pick up your mail in snowdrifts higher than your head.
I want fantasies.
Send me your fantasies. The ones that take you out of yourself and into your happy place.
Because, dudes....I'm losing my crackers here. Seriously. So sick of it. SNOW.
12 comments:
A photo!! Is this a first??? It's snowing here in the UK too. Isn't it a bitch?
I am in a small Italian village in mid summer. I am walking hand and hand with 'him' The air is full of the smell of bouganvillia. I am 30 pounds lighter and wearing something long and chiffon. I don't have on underwear He kisses my neck and we turn down a narrow alley. I tease him and tell him I won't let him pass. The alley is so narrow that I can brace my back on one wall and put my feet up on the other. Yes... I am strong enough to do that. He ducks down and comes up between my knees. He pushes up my dress....
NOTE Today I put on my work boots and went out to clean the stalls. I tried to throw the manure out that damn little window but it's piled so high now it almost blocks the window. I would go out and shovel some off but it's frozen so damn hard I can't get the pitch fork in it. I don't even have anywhere to throw my shit...
Ooh, I'm sorry. Now I feel bad for complaining about our measly bit of snow when I knew that in two days it would be sunny and green again.
I cracked up thinking of you tumbling out of a hammock! I've tried so many of those super steamy fantasy romps and every damn of them have ended up with someone injured, if only their pride. I always figured it was just because I wasn't coordinated enough. I hope your snow melts quickly and spring frees you very soon!! (Meanwhile, may Bing be quick to keep her shins out of your way!!)
No pilgrim tales here. I hate to hear of your snow for I fear it will travel this way. And I am, as the 'kids' say, "so done!"
it rained all day for two days straight and oh, joy, tomorrow temps will drop some 30 dips. Which means it will be slicker than snot out there tomorrow. I've already fallen down 5 times in the last two weeks.
But...oh wait, you wanted a fantasy...uhm, let's see...in a galaxy, far, far away, where there was no fudging snow. . . Dagnabbit.
You could come sweat your butt out in Australia its hot here right now...but beware not every house has air con I do though :) cool pic I think this is a first for me I've never seen a pic from you before.
I of course love snow cause we don't get it where I live.
I'm about to post a photo post of my day at the beach. Come look when it's done and dream you were there.
This is the season in which I break out vacation pictures from warmer days. I'm not sure if it helps, or just makes me grouchier about the weather. No snow here, but it is co-old this morning. Plus, that whole daylight savings debacle means that I am at work and it is DARK!
Sounds like a trip somewhere south for spring break would be well worth it this year....
In Alaska, March is cabin fever season. Old statistics say more marriages ended with shotguns than divorce papers in the month of March....
You're more than welcome to send some snow my way :)
Outside of perusing my summer pics, I ain't got nothin that'll whip either one of us out of this prairie madness! And I love the pic...maybe you'll post one of your garden this summer!?
A fantasy.... Me and my friend big E.... Alone in a cabin in the woods... By a pretty lake... Think on golden pond.... Nothing to do but eat, read, sleep.... And see how many times we can give each other on orgasm.........mmmmmmm
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