Mischief

Apparently a mouse family is called a mischief or so I was told by a singing dancing pair of twin frogs today. No, I did not eat magical mushrooms. See, learn something everyday. Like the fact that I've worn the same pair of socks for the past 3 days. :) I'm sure you wanted to know that huh?

Well, let me just say that mischief doesn't end with mice families. They extend to being 6:50 a.m. , me being half naked in my bathroom hearing a four year old howling for me and a dog doing something to some object. Come to find out it's a brand new radiator that was suppose to be returned, which he has successfully chewed the box to pieces. Oh and did I mention that said dog ate a pencil. Yes, he ate a pencil....


I was a little discombobulated for some reason this morning driving the girls to school. In my foggy brain I saw the moon in full beam over the frosty tree tops this morning and had a momentary panic that I had slipped into some alternate dimension. Well I guess I kinda have. Especially given that I saw a moose casually eating across the street from M's school. 


The trees were a beautiful frosty and glittering white this morning. Much unlike home where I was informed that it was a balmy 70 degrees, where the radio announcer tells me that it is a lovely 0 outside. 









I drove over to the local community college and looked up some different classes to take. Apparently the internet has done away with course catalogs. I kinda actually missed flipping through the book, that's the kind of dork that I am. This picture is a little funny looking because I felt a little silly taking a picture of a building and there were people staring at me. I already feel out of place as it is. I'm hoping that in January I can take a creative writing class.  We shall see.  


It's kinda neat because as I'm taking the girls to school the sun is just starting to peer out and we get dazzling pinks and purples some morning and the mountains form this beautiful silhouette in the sky. Then in the evenings we get to see the sun setting amongst clouds of orange and deep purples. 

Well despite it being 10 p.m. this old fart is going to bed.