Just a Purple Kind of Day

Snow Watch has officially begun at my house. I'm pretty sure it started as soon as Little Miss woke up this morning.

So far, no sign of snow. Just a lot of rain and it's cold as hell, but we've been getting phone calls from various family members about how they're getting snow. Little Miss is starting to get very upset that we are apparently the only people in the state of Virginia without snow. Or so she says. I told her that we will probably get snow, just not right now. She asked why not? I told her that it's not cold enough. She told me to go tell God to make it cold enough for snow.

She's a sassy little thing. I think she wants to go out and play in her snowsuit that Grandmama got her this year and she's never had the chance to use because we haven't had any.

Polly isn't liking being cooped up either. She hates the rain and the cold and yet she wants to run around. So, we've created a living room obstacle course that includes stairs and jumps and tunnels and all sorts of things for the dog (and Lela) to run around in to burn off some energy.

It's pretty fun actually. And it keeps Polly from doing her newest bad habit. Ugh. I need to get lids for all of the trash cans now.

But anyway. I talked to my mother-in-law about organizing my house. Because honestly, my house needs it. She gave me a lot of tips and stuff, some of it new information, some that I already knew. But it was good information nonetheless. I've been going on nonstop about organizing the house and repainting and fixing up the house a little bit, especially since we're wanting to rent and/or sell the house sometime in the future. 

Husband thought it was funny, or so he told me the other night in the car after spending two hours in Lowe's picking out new cabinets, paints, carpets, tiles, backsplashes, countertops, and various other things. He mentioned that he thought it was funny, in a good way, about how the closer Little Miss gets to starting school, the more I focus in on getting organized at home. When I asked him if that was bad thing, he started laughing and then proceeded to tell me how proud he was that I was "growing up." 

Puh-leaze. He's such a nutbar.