Odd Bird, Good Duck...

Grandmom, grandmom,grandmom.

It's apparently gonna be a day with you being slightly more off your cracker.

The Halloween party my cousin was having got called off. No escape from the crazy old lady.

It's snowing.

Thank goodness it's not snowing heavily enough that dad won't take her to get her hair done.

I know it sounds bad to call Grandmom the crazy old lady, but it vents some of the frustration, and makes me want to smack her less.

*sigh*

Mom has a call into the local Office of Aging, who're gonna call back on Monday to start the wheels turning on getting grandmom into a nursing home. Its not that we wouldn't want to try and keep her here with us, but the stress of this past week keeping her here to make sure the first week of drops gave us the proof that it'd give one of us a stroke.

Dad called Onion Snow, mom says nah, there'll be one more. *shrug* we'll see.






Mysteriously, it missed this spot over this way....weird.

Melting snow!

in a moment of brilliance, I decided that since I was already wearing my fuzzy Croc's, I'd leave them on to carry an extra bag of garbage to the curb. Even though my snow boots are right next to the door. in further brilliance, I chose to walk down the sloping lawn from the side porch, rather than take the long route through the car port, and down the length of the flat and level driveway...

I have a bright shiny penny for anyone who didn't think I'd end up with soggy shoes, and at least one good slip and slide moment.