White Christmas

Looks like it is going to be a White Christmas here on Wilde Lane. We got about 11 inches of snow yesterday into last night. I woke up at about 4:15 this am to a whining dog. I played possum and let the Man I Married take the dog out. Our mini doxie only stands about 3inches off the ground & hates snow. In this kind of snow we have to physically bring the bitch out. As soon I heard the back door click, I raced to the bathroom to pee and ran back to bed so he wouldn't know I was awake. Even after standing outside in 20 degree weather in his skivvies, he and his bitch were snoring again within four minuets. Don't ya know I couldn't get back to sleep? I grabbed a nice cup of hot coffee and tried to figure out what I should do to enjoy this heavenly quiet. I took a picture of my grill covered with snow, a treasured tradition for me. Silence. Sigh. I settled down on the couch nice nice with my coffee and was all set to watch tv...who plops their ass down next to me? The Man I Married says he couldn't sleep either, beats his chest takes command of the remote control and proceeded to flip between an annoying talk show and Suzie Orman. I don't want to listen to five people talk over each other to get thier point across (that will happen soon enough when the three kids get up) and Suzie stresses me out. She preaches that you should have eight months worth of living expenses. Shit, we don't have two weeks worth! She wouldn't approve me to buy a week's worth of groceries if I asked her. So now it's five am I'm not sleeping warm and snug in my bed. Suzie, the five talk show argue-ers (yes it's a word, my word, dash and all) and my husband have all aggravated the piss out of me already. I think I'll just take my blood pressure medicine and go back to bed. So help me God if he follows me.