damn snow

Last Tuesday we walked to lunch about a half a mile in the snow just to find out that the place we wanted to eat at was closed because the the snow. Taco Bell can be kind of lame that way.

On V-day it had snowed enough that I had to call off work seeing as how the snow was higher that the bottom of my car. What made it worse was I had to use my own time to cover the whole day even though work was only open for a total of 4 hrs.

The snow also meant that I would not be leaving the house that night. I tried to set up a date, but that did not materialize. The introductory date before the 14th never happened either so no plans were even made for that evening. I have not heard from the girl since.

On Thursday, I realize I was stuck in the driveway and that my wipers did not work. I eventually rocked my car out but the wipers were a no go. Rather than call off another day because of something stupid like that, I went on my merry way to work having to pull over every 10-15 miles to wipe off the windshield. I had to do that same Friday.

It was not until Saturday that I had chance to look at it and discover that the wiper motor was encased in a solid block of ice which prevented it from moving.

With my wipers not working at the time and parts of I-81, I-78 and the Turnpike closed, there was not plausible way for me to make it Philly for BK's party at the Blue Mohito Bar. So that is 2 years I have missed that particular gathering.

Parking at work is ridiculous. I have to park 2 blocks away at the grocery store because the streets are not clear enough to allow parking on the sides unless you have a SUV or truck.

She is no ordinary dog.

Here we have Ruby, your typical chicuaua-terrier mix. Black brindle in color with pink collar decorated in skulls. How could you not trust a face like that?

Doesn't she look so innocent. Most would say so, but I know better.


Here I found her in her secret hideout planning her next diabolical scheme.

Shortly afterward, she stared me down with a gaze would that indicate that she is not one to be trifled with and that I too would succumb to her will.

Monday:

• She tipped over some flowers and proceed to dig in the dirt for a while covering both the table and the floor in the immediate vicinity.

Tuesday:

• She knocked a plastic container of brownies on the floor in the kitchen. Amazingly they all appeared to have landed in the lid. After their disposal, one was found on the couch. The raises the question of whether or not she ate a few after cracking open this chocolaty treasure chest.
• Around 1030 that night, it became clear she was riding a sugar high when she would not stop running in circles and could not sit still for more than a few seconds.

Wednesday

• My mom came home to discover Ruby had opened both a bottle of advil and a bottle of Dimetapp. Child caps be damned, she wants to live the rock and roll lifestyle.
• Around 830 that night, it became clear she was not going to be sitting still anytime soon seeing as how she was tearing ass around the living room and nearly launching herself over the back of the couch and down the stairs.

Who knows what kind of trouble she will find herself in tomorrow. What could possible stand in the way of a dog with a brain the size of a walnut. Stay tuned for the next exciting adventure of Ruby the Wonder Mutt.