Seriously…Miss Gertie, who I thought would not make it to Christmas without kidding is now kidding me! Yesterday was the due date for she and Posey … and it came and went and turned February 5th with no kids. I thought, for sure, yesterday’s winter storm would bring on delivery.
I took a few pictures from my front porch yesterday to show the sequence of the storm moving in.
Abigail and Pumpin Pie were rather ho-hum about another snow:
By noon, they had moved into the barn and the snow had really set in:
Today, the temperatures are supposed to take a dive and the winds are supposed to pick it up a notch or two.
I want to bake … and not roasted broccoli.
I don’t want to watch Biggest Loser.
I don’t want to get on the treadmill.
I want to kickbox … Jillian Michaels.
Except I would get hurt.
Please, Spring, hurry along.
Before I am as wide as pregnant Gertie.
Before the bulk is no longer my winter clothes and coveralls.
I will just make (more) coffee.