A Christmas Adventure

We have about 2' of snow. Angela & husband and their "tickle-pickle" (15 weeks along) were supposed to come here for Christmas.

My daughter and her husband are the most intelligent airheads I've seen in my life.
Seriously; they both have high IQs and work in Upscale jobs.
But they are airheads.
I kept telling them, telling them telling them telling them: "... it's snowing! SNOW, SNOW! SNOW, SNOW! We should come to YOUR place..." (we have a 4WD/non-equine).

"No, no...we'll come over".

.Famous Last Words.

Surprise (not) They got stuck at J's Mother's place. (it snowed all night xmas eve)
(it would seem; the barricade and signs:"Road Closed" should've given them a hint.duh.)
Took them 2 hours to dig out and put chains on and make the 15 minute drive <-- another="" hour="" in="" span=""> to the top of their road (their house is up the hill).
So my son was appointed as: "The Messenger to The Mother"
My son is very good with His Mother.

They knew he could handle me when told they couldn't make it.

I had the table all set, the house even clean, dinner is all ready. The house was clean and decorated from floor to ceiling. Decorated it with Spruce branches we had gathered in a trip to Leavenworth and carefully preserved. The table was set; silverware wrapped in cute crocheted stockings ... even some of the china was new.

Raf (son).....He IS GOOD
He knew I would go bi-polar: which I did.
Quite Grandly.

"..They want us to go to THEIR HOUSE!?! and it's already 3 pm??!
I HATE going out at night!! Are you all insane??!..."

So he (son) lets me hit the ceiling and go psycho...all that...
then .. hugs me ... he has a 4wd .... he will make sure I am ok... (darn...that kid is good!)

He peels me off ceiling ....
He scrapes me off floor....
... Gets me 'sane' again.

They start loading my van with the dinner and everything and leave me to change my clothes etc. (I pack enough for a week. At least.)
We made it there ... fine .... a longgg, slow, treacherous drive.
Son-in-law greets me with a Pina Colada....(DrAngela never lets me drink)

It was All Fine and Good
(my Son-i-L continued to re-fresh my drink).
I am now stocked up to run and BednB'kFast regarding towels and blankets and even a "Mummy Bag". (or is it a 'straight jacket'??) But it all boils down as:
The Most Memorial Christmas Ever.
(Thanks to My Bestest Children Ever)

Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving
2008

Even Rosie is worn out

K & K: Partners In Crime.

Who needs 4WD?

Happy Snow-A-Days!