Saturday, March 1, 2014

Let The Snows Come

Here at the Mansion, we're battening down the hatches for tonight's storm. My T-Hoe is in 4WD mode in the garage. The chickens have gorged on all the stale bread that's been laying on the kitchen counter for two weeks, shockingly enough not depleted by Farmer H feeding on it like it's normal bread, because he's too lazy to reach above it and open the bread pantry. Farmer H is off at the auction, perhaps at this very moment buying Auction Meat to fill our storm larder. Gas is stockpiled for the generator. Yes. We're ready.

The Pony is hoping for a day off from school on Monday. I guess 18 is not enough. I wouldn't mind another day of leisure myself. Though it would most likely be filled with filling out tax forms.

My mom is apprehensive. She says, "I hate to do this to southeast Missouri, but I hope all of this freezing rain hits Cape instead of us." She plans on riding out the siege in her new recliner, eating leftover Chinese, and possibly a meat loaf.

We are prepared.

4 comments:

Sioux said...

While you are off on Monday, you could create a flyer for a writer friend of mine. She's going to have a book signing sometime soon...At least I hope she is.

Hillbilly Mom said...

Sioux,
I wonder if that friend should bother to have a book signing, what with having few friends who view reading as a pleasure, having relatives who expect the milk of humor for free, and wishing to remain anonymous until she relieves herself of her career constraints...

Sioux said...

I have a solution for you. I will provide a portable section of fence. All that will be seen of you is your eyes and the top of your head.

How 'bout it?

Hillbilly Mom said...

Sioux,
I am a recluse. I would need to know all of the specifics and particulars, and ruminate on it for a spell. Seriously. I'm not playing hard to get. I'm a homebody. I haven't even been to the casino for about a year now!