Right now I'm so close to tears, it's anything but funny.
The snow hasn't stopped falling for one single minute since 6am. And more in the forecast for tomorrow. Then rain on Thursday, which is when we have yet another (fruitless time-wasting) house visit and of course Vegas isn't here so I have to clean the whole giant house by myself and I have no car, so where am I supposed to go for an hour in the rain with three giant muddy dogs?
Go on, laugh - maybe it'll be contagious? :-o
I really tried today, I swear.
I baked a bunch of yummy cookies:
I made lovely fragrant wontons (pork, tofu, fresh lime, fresh coriander, fresh ginger and garlic, green onions...) and if you've ever made the little bastids you know they take forever. Vegas helped glue them together, that was cool :)
I did laundry.
I tried to entertain the pissed-off chickens and nurse the sick babies - they get better then BAM! Cold and humid and another one catches a death rattle.
I poured a glass of wine from the bottle and it took two sips to realize it had turned to vinegar. I guess that will happen after ten days on the kitchen counter... Ooops.
No other wine in the house.
At least the dogs are pragmatic about the snowstorm:
Yeah... I wish I were a dog.
Life would be easier sometimes.
Vegas said I should quit whining, I've been complaining all freaking day. And it hasn't even helped, I still feel like crumbling to bits. Everything is buried under a ton of heavy snow, it will take me hours to fix the damage it did to the coop run, the flower gardens are ruined, the land will take days to drain (muddy dogs, muddy dogs, muddy dogs... muddy house) and more people want to come see the property but nobody ever makes an offer.
Sick of this.
I want OUT of this goddamn place!