Kitchen Brooms

I have a secret weapon, and it is my kitchen broom. Now for some reason this broom has powers that only the dogs can know about and they came face to face with it this morning around 2:30 am. Maybe I wouldn’t have heard them barking if I didn’t have all the windows open – but with it getting down into the 50’s at night and into the high 80’s during the day, it’s nice to get the house cooled off without the air conditioning once in awhile. So all the windows were open last night and Daryl and I settled in for a good night sleep. NOT. I heard William come home kind of late from music practice. He’s in the Country Road Players performance at our school this coming weekend, and he stayed a little later to just hang out with some of his friends. You know how it is that once everyone is home that should be home – you try to clear your head and go to sleep. We were all tired and then the dogs started to bark. I seemed to be the only that heard them or probably the only one who was bothered by them, so out of bed I went and into the barn. I didn’t see any reason why they should be barking so I told them to keep their mouths shut and go to sleep. After taking a slug of Diet Coke and going to the bathroom, back upstairs I went to try to get to sleep. Well it was quiet for a little bit and I was just trying to get to sleep when they started to bark again. I tried to ignore them, but it was just getting under my skin. So after about 10 minutes of barking, back outside I went to find the female slipped through the door and was outside, while the male was stuck inside the barn. OK, so I put her back into the barn, locked the door that she got out of , and once again headed back into the house to go to bed. Not much later, the dogs were barking again. This time I was a possessed women who had the glare in her eyes that someone was going to go down. I grabbed the kitchen broom and stomped outside, and out to the barn I went in my pajamas. I found the female once again outside and  decided that this time she was going to get spanked by the broom. She knew that she was in trouble and just looked at me. After a good spanking, I then grabbed her by the collar and drug her back inside. The male was running around in the barn and was thinking that this was really a fun night – well, until he saw that I had the broom. I tried to catch him (or even tried to get close) but he was freaking out and running back and forth in the barn. And all this while what was the female dog doing? She was sitting by my side just looking very, very guilty. I finally drug a piece of plywood and put it by the door and then carried the big barn fan and set that in front of the plywood. If they were going to get out again, they were going to work for it. So now, I’m pretty crabby and stomping back to the house. OK, NOW it was time to go to sleep. I laid in bed just waiting for the dogs to bark, but not a peep out of them. I thought to myself,  ‘Thank Goodness’.      Then  Daryl started to snore.

My secret weapon, the kitchen broom

I made 8 Thank You cards last weekend, but needed one more. Made this one today