Mom fired up the snowblower this morning at 5:15. I honestly don’t understand what goes through this woman’s mind sometimes. 5:15. In the morning.
It’s…just…NO.
And I laid there in bed, trying to block out the sound while also running through a laundry list of complaints against the person who brought me into this world, and realized of course that I have my own aggravating quirks and decided to bite my tongue. Half an hour later, when she was finished, I fell back into a peaceful sleep.
My car was at the shop all week, finally being repaired after the accident on my birthday. As a result, we’ve been even more housebound than usual and Hannah is going absolutely stir-crazy. I have the car back now and I think we may go to a movie tonight. Just for the sake of sanity.
To be mailed today:
- a surprise care package for a friend
- a photo and ‘Thank You’ note to the vet (with the rabbits gone, it’s a nice way of saying they’ll no longer be getting our business)
- and, if all goes according to plan, four gifts for my el-Jay friends. Want a hint?
