No Farting in the Salon!

                                           

Three days ago we were trout fishing at Lake Pawhuska and the girls were in shorts and flip-flops.  It was one of those rare, warm Saturdays in January and we took full advantge.  We did not prepare too well, except for actually buying fishing licenses which came in handy as the game warden was checking.  But trout bait, we had none.  So, we did the next best thing, found some on the ground.  Then J hit the jackpot and found some in a bottle.  It was a little hard and crusty, but we were hopeful.  Unfortunately, no trout, no other fish, and not a single bite.  But, the warm sun and watching the girls find the perfect stick to play Nanny McPhee with was glorious.  We also checked out Lake Bluestem, which is right across the road so we would have another spot in the future.


Fast forward two days later and we are home, out of school, on another snow day - our 4th for the 2011 school year.  Snow drifts so high that they say even 4 wheel drivers are having some trouble.  J opened a coke out in the garage (because, of course, he is working on stuff out there), and it froze.  He got so antsy yesterday that he painted our bedroom and it looks amazing.  If we stay in B'Ville awhile, we will have to prepare ourselves with lots of home reno supplies during these snow days so that J can maintain sanity.  


The girls and I did a spa where we soaked our feet, trimmed our nails, and painted.  We put cucumbers on our eyes and at one point MC Hammer angrily yelled, "there is no farting in a salon."  She takes farts very personally and finds them offensive enough that she will call the farter out and shame them openly.   


Of course, we have gingerbread cookies to make, bread to bake, and yoga to partake in....but, I am a classic over-planner and like to fantasize about all these activites the night before.  However, on the actual snow day, I find myself on the computer, watching a movie, and listening to J work for the majority of the time.