Have you ever had one of those times when you know something, but at the time you just can’t figure it out? Well, that’s what happened to me after work tonight. I had the laundry line full with clothes on Saturday, and with the snowfall that night- I just left them out there. A little bit of snow won’t kill anybody if the clothes stayed out there. So that’s where they stayed for the night. We got home late Sunday night, so once again they stayed out on the line overnight. I figured that they’ll really smell fresh Monday night after work. Well I got home tonight and walked up to the line and just stood there. I KNEW that there was about 10 shirts missing and couldn’t figure out where in the world they went. After standing there for awhile trying to figure it out, the only logical thing was that they blew off the line in the crazy wind this weekend and are in the snow someplace. So I started to dig around in the snow piles and low and behold I find a black work shirt. SCORE! But where in the world were the rest? I was so glad that no one was watching me because I was so confused looking in all the snow for my shirts. I finally gave up and went into the house. Daryl came home a little bit later and I asked him if he saw any of my shirts blowing around in the yard? He said that they were off the line so he picked them up earlier and hung them up in the basement because they were all snow. Whew! I thought I was loosing it for awhile there.
And how did we end the night? Well, since it was soooo cold outside and poor Reno hasn’t been able to come in since I got the new floor rug. Yea, you guessed it. In she came after I put down some old blankets in the living room. Neither one of them made a sound all night. I’m just hoping that she’s not thinking that she’s in because of that old dead raccoon!
Reno and Little Kitty enjoying being in the house
When I was reading this, I really thought it was going to be Reno who took the shirts down off the line to lie on them!
This close to Christmas she’s trying to play nice. Tonight the gift on the front porch was a chicken. A dead chicken. There are a couple of chickens that are staying in the rafters in the barn and when Reno’s not looking they eat her dog food and drink from her heated water bowl. But now I’m thinking there’s probably one less in the barn.