:: or Snow 1, Libby 0
This morning I was propelled out of bed much earlier than this night-owl's accepted point of rising. My leg was wet; the bed was wet; the feather duvet was soaked! "EEEPPEEEE!" !!The Princess and the Pee!! has struck the Master Bedroom! No, wait, just a snowballed, heat seeking wiener taking refuge. Pheww. But label me so wide awake further sleep is the last thing I am capable of.
The morning foray to the wild did not turn out well.
Come to think about it, though, I have been practising truly remarkable restraint not writing every day about the lack of "Spring". Okay, restraint for me is moaning about it every third day. But it is restraint, honest! Restraint and refusing to add a Looney to this northerner's, "You’re whinging about Spring again!" jar. But when Libby Lu arrived back inside this afternoon, the need to post overcame all efforts not to write a post every time it snows (again...) after the official marking of "Spring".
She fought the snow and the snow won.
With love,br>
Zuzia
:: typing to the sound of clinking looneys and chattering dachsie teeth.
Stay Calm, Be Brave, Have a Hot Bath! With love,
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jgs / |`= the Little Brown Bird