One ice storm.One snow storm.
That's the tally so far for Des Moines in the winter of 2007-2008. Mother nature schedules bad weather on the same days that our digital TV guy comes to hook up the dish on the roof. I absolutely do not want an installer splatted on the driveway, courtesy of a white Christmas on top of the house where this poor guy has to land sans reindeer. So we may go the whole winter without TV, and even I, anti-TV gal, am really wishing we could just get the dog gone cable hooked up.
I've already missed the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade and I'm telling you, I am not missing the ball drop on New Years Eve. Although if I were in my right mind I would get a babysitter and dinner reservations in downtown Des Moines, since it will be two days before the caucuses and our the next President of the United States of America will be there.
Last night the four of us shoveled our entire driveway. Only took about 2+ hours.
My blogging thoughts are dry these days, but I hope you like this picture.
Aidan discovered the power screwdriver.
Amanda described to me in long-hand-verbose-verbal-extreme-detail her social studies project. All about England. "Why not Spain??" I ask. "You speak Spanish." Spain, girl. Spain!!! I know that was the kiss of death for Spain.
Bob is angsting over his sermon.
I am wishing there were people in my conversation pit chatting about something. In English.
Goodnight, friends, and thanks for coming over to the E-conversation pit.
With love, T
