Zoe dog woke me up this morning about 6:00 AM with her puppy dreams. My mind clicked on thinking of all I had to do and where we were going. My eyes popped open. Toby seemed to be stirring too - so I asked if it was Christmas yet. He has always laughed at me because I do not sleep well on Christmas Eve - too much excitement.
We had our first cup of coffee together, but then I sat down at the computer to blog. Wrong! Toby had other plans for me. Yesterday, he managed to weed-eat to death a tarp covering some ply wood, and this morning he needed me to help him move the lumber to the barn. He knows how I hate spiders and snakes and all things creepy crawly that live in old lumber. It meant putting on my grubby clothes before I showered and put on my not-quite- as-grubby clothes and then change back later. It meant me having to worry about spiders and snakes. Okay, I put on my big-girl panties and did it. This time there were no snakes or mice, but plenty of spiders and cockroaches - yuck enough. There were only seven 3/4 inch ply boards to be moved - wearing gloves made it not so bad. A few years ago, Toby had me moving some boards in the barn and a mouse did a hickory-dickory - ran up one board and jumped on me and ran down. I'm not really scared of mice, but I don't really want them on me either.
So, we are off to a great morning. Toby wanted to finish the weed-eating around the house before we left for Canada. He did quite a bit last night. Usually, he starts weed-eating where ever he starts the weed-eater. Last night I mentioned that he should start with the front of the house in case the weed-eater died before he finished. He accused me of telling him how to weed-eat. Well, yeah! Sure enough, the weed-eater won't start this morning, and he still needs to do more around the front of the house. No, there is no need for an "I told you so". He is irritated enough with out that.
Last night my brother called me. I had been hearing some rumors that he had popped the question to Catherine. Since Catherine has not spilled her guts on this topic, I was waiting to see what they had to say. Sure 'nuff, they are engaged. Come on, Catherine, tell us the whole story! I could not be happier for my brother. He deserves someone to love him and I believe that Catherine does. The real up-side to this union is that I get a new sister out of it - one that is fun, beautiful, smart, and sensitive - Heehaw!