Well, coming home was quite the surprise. We had a new kind of animal on the farm, a "peanut-butter cat". The Queen had a deep cut on her finger for her gallant efforts of trying to cut a hole in the plastic 18-ounce peanut butter jar. She hoped to somehow free the cat from its new found hat. To me it was a laughing matter but the courtiers were close to tears because they believed this new creature would have to remain a peanut butter cat.
Our eldest acted quickly on inspiration to put oil on the cat's head around the opening. I put on my gauntlets (gloves) and then held onto the peanut butter jar. The cat did the rest. Pop! I wish I had taken a picture. =)
Monday, February 23, 2009
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
The Heater Tornado
Last night those of us who normally sleep upstairs "camped" out in the basement with the rest of the crew because of the severe thunderstorm and the tornado Watch our county was under. I am thinking to myself as I hear the excessive wind outside that I really don't know what a tornado sounds like--although I have heard explanations that it sounds like a locomotive. Well, to me a lot of the thunder rumblings outside sounded strong and powerful enough to qualify for a "tornado". So amid all the whooshing of the wind and beating of the rain upon our metal roof, I fell asleep. Around 1:00 a.m. our heater's motor kicked on and I jumped with a start! "Honey! I think. . . . . Oh, never mind, it's just the heater." :P
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