Five
Princess – Muffin’s kitty – is a new mommy. Saturday afternoon (we are not sure exactly when) Princess delivered five – yes 5 – "kittehs:" two orange, one black, one (sorta) calico and one black with dark brown tiger-y stripes.
Cute? My lands, they are adorable. And blind. And helpless. And tiny. And hungry. And now living in the garage instead of the barn since we are expecting five – yes 5 – or more inches of snow in the next day or so. Good damn God the seasons can just sort themselves out any day now, thankyouverymuch.
I fear for the mouse population on the farm. Well. Actually, I don’t fear for them considering I loathe them. But…oh, you know what I mean.
In other news, my mother had me in tears in less than – ohwhatthehellstaywiththethemeof5 – five – yes 5 – seconds. She called my work cell, my “personal cell” and then my office phone in rapid succession. When she does that, I start to think someone is dead, dying, or at least wounded, but I ignored her calls. I was on a different line with my boss who was going through my job description list and making comparisons with what I actually do everyday and I figured she could leave voicemail and I would call her back in – wait for it – five minutes. Huh.
When I did call her back, she bemoaned the fact that she and my father would be heading off to the mountains Thursday with my brother and his family but without me and mine. She played guilt cards – a full house – by saying how much fun it always is to go and that we didn’t get to go last year and how bad they would all feel if they were off careening down a mountainside without us.
I called The Boy and explained without stopping the cards my mother played and how she nearly bawled on the phone and nearly had me bawling right back and how we have all that brand new ski gear that we bought and didn’t get to use last year because there wasn’t any snow and dammit the seasons can just sort themselves out any day now thankyouverymuch, and hoped he would say “NO” or “ABSOLUTELY NOT” or something along those lines.
He paused to make sure I would take a breath and not pass out from lack of oxygen and said, “I guess we’re going skiing, then,” and BLAMO it was settled. “What a bunch of crybabies,” he said and quickly added, “But I mean that in a good way.” He knows on what side his bread is buttered.
Huh.
I have two days to get my household ready to leave for Red Lodge Montana. I am gonna need a fifth of Johnny Walker for this.
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