sarah curses the cold.

I've pretty much been singing Iron & Wine's 'Radio War' all week. Maybe it's the cabin fever kicking in, but I just can't let it go.

"Sarah curses the cold. 'No more snow, no more snow, no more snow.'" 

I was moaning this particularly loudly as I shoveled snow and ice (which happened to be a 3 foot-tall mountain, courtesy of city of Stillwater snow plows) from our driveway today. Guess that's what I get for living on a main road. Mid-snow removal and much to my dismay, the sky opened up and dropped more pesky little flakes on my freshly shoveled path. Alas, I threw in the shovel. But listen here snow, our relationship is on thin ice. You won the first five rounds, but I'll get you eventually...

Myrtle, being the charming little creature she is, bounded in to cheer me up (easy for her to do--as she merely supervised from the comfort of the front porch). Our snow adventure made me feel a tad less scroogey about the white fluff, plus I got some good shots out of it :).

On a side note, I realized that this blog is in dire danger of becoming a "Dear Diary, today Myrtle did this..." Rest assured, I have not turned into a crazy dog lady (yet). Should I get to that point, I am holding all of you responsible for an intervention. Seriously.

  

Cheers,

SK