Friday, December 01, 2006
A Chilly Welcome Home
Today is our first full day back in Minot after our Thanksgiving break to Utah. Danny has been bombarded at work with, “We’re glad you’re back. Here’s a bunch of stuff for you to do.” So being the perfect wife that I am (haha *snort*) I decided that I would surprise Danny by shoveling the driveway so he wouldn’t have to and so we wouldn’t be written up (for housing neglect—something or other—blah, blah, blah). I turned on the television for the kids to watch Sprout while I shovel (planning of course to check on them every three minutes even though I know they’d stand by the front door and watch me the whole time). Then as I was just about to head to the computer to check the temperature (to determine if a coat, hat, and gloves is sufficient), I heard a weird static/emergency siren sound from the television. I looked over and the cable had automatically switched to the emergency weather channel showing that all roads in town and on base were red: very hazardous, drive only if you absolutely must. The only thing worse then red is black. Black means: No driving. If you’re found driving you will be ticketed. So, very intrigued, I checked the temperature on the internet and decided that -16 Fahrenheit is too cold to be a perfect wife. I’ll be a perfect wife by sitting inside on my bum watching my children and growing my little kumquat—but definitely avoiding the freezer. Oh, did I tell you about the vacation the freezer took while we were on vacation? Another story. Another time. Oh, and tomorrow is forecasted to be Much Cooler than today. Is that possible?