Payback's a bitch

When the fey and feckless gods of The Confluence of Usually Divergent Agendas see fit to smile smirk down on you and allow you and your wife to go out on a Saturday night and leave the wee boys at home with Granny and Grumpy, you can rest assured that there won't be a one of you who wakes up the next morning without some combination of sniffles, headache, raw throat, puking, diarrhea and generally unpleasant demeanours.

Thankfully, we weren't all afflicted by all the nasty things just listed, but there was enough overlap to make for a largely unproductive Sunday.  Though the house got tidied and most of the laundry got done.  I still have to shovel the walk and driveway, too.  We've gotten about 10 centimetres of snow over the past few days and are averaging 10 degrees below seasonal temperatures.  When the average is only a few degrees above freezing, 10 of those is a big deal.  Last year, it was the middle of January before we had this much snow.

Which I certainly don't mind.  I've always liked winter.  Makes evenings at home 'cozy' in a way just not possible when you're sweating in your underwear at 100% humidity.  There is, however, the inconvenient fact of the gaping two square feet of hole in our back door where the doggie door used to be.  The enthusiasm of our two rumbustious canines has done it in for the third time in less than a year.  In a fit of pique, I plan to use some of the leftover plywood from the doghouse construction project and board up the hole until such time as a new human door can be acquired.  (I cringe every time I hear the furnace kick in and my morning workout today was especially vigorous in light of the fact I could nearly see my breath as I walked downstairs.)

Dex has a big, fluffy turtle costume to wear out trick-or-treating tomorrow, so he'll be warm and won't have to suffer the Canadian ignominy of going door to door in a really cool costume worn under a parka.  I've put off buying Hallowe'en candy until today so it lasts until tomorrow evening.  A decision I'm increasingly convinced was the correct one.

To be fair, Saturday was still hella-fun.  It was my sixth time (and Amy's... third?) attending the annual Oktoberfest to Rocktoberfest shenanigans in downtown Edmonton with 5,000 of my closest friends.  (Previous years mentioned here and here.)  Beer, bratwurst, polka bands, funny hats, cow bells and a washed-up 80's group who refuse to die caps the night.  (Chilliwack.)  Good times.  Plus, I got to see my wife felt up by another chick, and that was totally hot!

Comments

[Mark]

Repeat that last sentence very slowly. That's it. Ooohhhh.

Whoops. Sorry. Sounds like a great time, kind of like that Other Weddings poster you made. When a guy puts his arms up like that, you know he has thrown all caution to a very stiff wind.

[Simon]

Well, a very stiff drink, maybe. But yeah...

["No one you know"]

That was your WIFE???

[TerriTorial]

Sounds like a good time had by all!

[Moksha Gren]

Good luck to the fluffy turtle in the loot-gettin'

And I'm sorry, Simon, but I'm going to be a typical southerner here and say, "Shoveling the drive already?!" I guess I got used to it when I lived up in Colorado, but I'm just not psychologically ready for that right now. I'm still in Autumnal denial, clinging to these last few beautiful fall days. In fact, it's wigging me out just to talk about your snow. I gotta go ;)

[marian]

It's a cold Halloween here too. Cold and WINDY, but fortunately not snowing yet, although it's cold enough. So are you going to explain the last sentence of your post or just leave it hanging there...

[natalie]

very nice Simon!
Reguards, natalie
ps I much appreciated the fact that you much appreciated Einstein the other day!He is one of my favorites!