Things We Say

 

“You’re not going to like this,” Hubby announced once again as a preface to an idea he had. I don’t remember which idea it was the last time, but his brilliant plans can range from both of us taking the car in for an oil change on our way out for a fish fry to stocking up on flashlights on sale at Harbor Freight.

Okay, I don’t think he ever proposed either of those scenarios, and usually, what he comes up with are things I’m agreeable to, so I don’t know why he always uses that opening line.

But here’s the thing – that could be the name of a TV show. What do you think? “You’re not going to like this” – a comedy about a somewhat demented father who has to move in with his middle-aged daughter and son-in-law. It’s been done already, hasn’t it?  

Speaking of somewhat demented, when my brother calls once a week to check in, his opening line is usually, “I have a big problem” followed by “It’s so cold out,” “My TV isn’t working,” or something else that is earth-shattering. In his world, but not mine.

A show titled “I Have a Big Problemt” could be a reality show about a group of teen-age girls, because when do they not have a big problem? Or it could be a crime drama where after someone commits a crime, they contact this special agency to provide a cover-up.    

That reminds me of another one of Hubby’s and my favorite lines. “Did you hear who died?” is a line we probably use an equal number of times. Like just this week. He shouted from the living room on the far west end of the house to me in my office on the far east end the name of someone who had died. It wasn’t until he got home from work three hours later that I was about to ask, “Did you hear Val Kilmer died?” when I realized that was who he was talking about.

Of course, the title “Did you hear who died?” sounds like a show where Jessica Fletcher is solving crimes in Cabot Cove. But how about instead, it’s about a small-town radio station where there is no crime, just a long list of morning obituaries?

All right, so now it’s your turn. What phrases do you and your loved ones frequently use on each other, and what TV program could be titled that?

Whining about the weather and some updates

I have a friend who hates the month of March because of the weather. And I have to admit, weather in March in my part of the world is like living with a bipolar psychopath who is off their meds. Yet, here we are in April and I can’t say that elements in this month are any better. It’s like a concerned doctor is trying to adjust that bipolar psychopath’s meds and every night is a full-moon. Anyone who’s ever worked in health care, law enforcement, or pretty much dealt with the public knows what I’m talking about.

So this was our driveway last Tuesday morning, a bright sunny day after a weekend of snow.

This video is of the freezing rain on Sunday. If you turn up the volume, you can hear the gentle pitter-patter. Okay, nothing gentle about it. 

Our cat Emma and the dog Hannah preferred to stay in bed. 

Then Monday, it was back to sun glaring mockingly off of the snow.

The forecast for last night was for one to three inches of snow and up to another three inches today. Overnight, maybe an inch of snow fell, and it's only overcast now. So, we'll see what happens. I'm sure the weather forecasters find this time of year frustrating too. 

Two other things I wanted to mention. Remember two weeks ago when we had a chip in our windshield. Hubby took it in a few days later and came home with not only that same chip but a distinct large handprint on the glass where the technician took a picture of the defect for insurance purposes. Could they have wiped it off? I wished I had a crime kit; I would have tried to lift a print just for fun. The good news is that they got it in the other day already and did the glue-fix on it, and it didn’t cost us anything.

The other thing – please pray for Hannah and me this evening as we go to our first obedience class. Hoping the roads are clear, and she is not a terror on the drive there and back, and she doesn’t have any accidents while there. And that I’m not a worse student than she is.