We had some good snow this weekend.
I say "good" becuz I didn't have to shovel it. Poor Big D, however, did a mixture of shoveling/snow throwing/snow blowing from Friday through this morning. Our snow thrower crapped out Saturday so luckily our neighbor let us borrow his snow blower.
Friday's storm dumped the most snow on us...and of course Friday is the day I had taken as a vacation day to get some holiday shopping done (I got up early and went with my mom, in anticipation that the snow would start sometime around noon-ish) and then find out my work let everyone go at noon. I love "paying" for my day off while everyone else got a "free" almost full day off, on the company. GRrrrrrr!!!
Oh, on a funny snow-side note, Daryl and I went to a friend's Friday night (yes in the snow...I love four wheel drive) and when we got home and jumped out of hte truck I heard Daryl say, "Son of a bitch! Someone stole our snow shovel!"
"Are you kidding me? People suck!" I said.
"Look, here are the asshole's footprints."
"Follow them!" I cried. "We'll get our damn shovel back!" I was only half-joking but Daryl took off in the softly falling snow, following the big footprints that lead away from where the shovel had been. I stood out in the dark, getting cold, waiting, as I saw him round the corner.
"Well I didn't think he'd go that far." I mumbled to myself, finally going into the house. Then as time was going by and still no sight of Daryl I started to feel nervous, thinking he found the shovel and was kicking someone's ass. Heh. I let the dogs out in the backyard and herad voices and saw my neighbor/friend Brian's car headlights on (the back of his property abuts a portion of the back of ours) but I didn't see Daryl or Brian. Finally, finally, Daryl came back, laughing.
"I found our shovel!"
He said he kept walking, following the footsteps past the two houses next to ours and around the corner to hte next street. Two houses down is Brian's house and just as he looked up, Brian, who was shoveling, said, "What the hell are you doing?"
"Trying to find my damn shovel. Someone stole it!"
"I have your shovel!" Brian said with a laugh. "I borrowed it when you guys weren't home!" So needless to say, never take something from our property in the snow. We WILL follow your footsteps home!!
Anyway, exchanged some birthday (and a couple Christmas) gifts this weekend with friends. My birthday was the 12th, Sarah's is the 24th, and April #2's is the 28th. I got some good stuff! Gift cards to Old Navy, Macy's, Kohl's, a $50 gift certificate for Macaroni Bar and Grill for me and Big D from April #2's parents (yum!), two Yankee Candles in some of my favorite scents (Home Sweet Home and Christmas Cookie) and Daryl got a gift card to Cheesecake Factory which I will gladly help him use up if need be. Plus I had gotten some good money from my in-laws for my birthday...totaling about $160 so I went to Old Navy on Friday and got some clothes. FINALLY. I have been in dire straits with pretty much nothing that fits me (this can NOT be blamed on pregnancy unfortunately) so I got a bunch of stuff.
And now it's Monday again. Blah. I still have to buy more family Christmas gifts, a ham and the fixings for Christmas dinner (My mom and her boyfriend are coming over) and then wrap the gifts. Nothing like waiting till the last minute, eh?