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Stick A Fork In Me

We are in the middle of a real deal, true South Dakota Spring storm.

The snow came in almost a week ago. It lasted for three full days, dumping nearly two feet of snow.

Then last night, the rain came. Cold, miserable, drizzly rain.

I realized this morning while scrubbing the bathtub with an old toothbrush, wearing yellow rubber gloves, that perhaps I was losing my sanity and going a bit stir crazy.

Then I thought about Laura Ingalls-Wilder and the long winter.

I was being pathetic.

I shook off my blanket of self-pity.

The true pioneer women had been through far worse, I told myself.

They went months without seeing anyone besides their husbands and children.

I had only gone four days. I could do this. I would survive.

I had electricity, food, Internet, TV. This wasn't anything I couldn't handle.

I began to feel confident in my abilities to handle atrocity.

A couple of hours later...

This is what happens when you lose your mind.

I set the oven at 350 degrees to do some baking, but I forgot I had put the casserole dish from lunch in the oven with the plastic lid on.

Laura Ingalls-Wilder would be ashamed.

Luckily only a couple of small pieces of plastic dripped onto the actual stove.

Then the Hubs called. I turned off the oven and took the tractor out to the pasture and pulled him and the feed truck out of the mud.

By the time I got back, the plastic had cooled and came right off the bottom of the oven.

Laura Ingalls-Wilder, I bow down to you. I am not worthy.

I need sunshine, I need company, I need a vacation...

And I am out of wine...

If you need me, I'll be in my bed, under the covers, in the fetal position, until Mother Nature decides to be my friend again.

I hope you are having a lovely day!

 

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  1. I know your house, there are booz somewhere. may not be wine but you can find something to ease your springtime blues! keep your chin up and know that with all this moisture comes good crops and with good crops comes lots of income AND with more income comes LOTS OF WINE!!! Stock up for next spring:)

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    1. Yes dear sister, there is hard liquor in the house, but somehow it just seems wrong drowning my sorrow in vodka, but wine is totally acceptable :)

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