Roar

There's a saying that "If March comes in like a lion, it will go out like a lamb."  (Come on lambs....Baaa)





Until then, there was lots of "Roaring" around here this past weekend.

Nothing (and I do mean nothing) got done outside.  At all.  Soggy, boggy ground and gusting winds kept me inside yesterday (and it sounds like it going to be windy again today too....pout!)

So if I couldn't be outside I thought I'd deal with the rough spots inside.  Knowing that sandal season is right around the corner, I decided to attack the "hooves" that my feet have become and give myself a pedicure.  My heels were rough, let me tell you.  ("Roar" says the lion) as I stick my feet in for a long soak hoping to soften them.  Scrub, scrub...45 minutes later I emerge with feet encased in socks, schmeared with a heavy coating of Vaseline.  (Come on lamb!)

I had some baked potatoes hanging out in the fridge that needed to be used up so I made a baked potato soup yesterday afternoon.  Butter, milk, green peppers, bacon, (lots of bacon),corn, broccoli, salt and pepper, chopped up baked potatoes....("Roar" says the lion)!  I ate almost half the pot!  Damn, it was good!  (My belly is pooching out like a fat sassy lion after a big feed.





This morning as I was brushing my teeth, I cracked an eyelid and looked at myself in the mirror and thought I was looking a bit rough.  ("Roar" says the lion.) 

I said to SM "Here, take a picture of my bedhead.  It'll show eveyone how "rough" it is around here.")

"You're nuts." says SM as a commentary.

Later, after our morning walk out in the cold gusty wind, I gave the pups a chew bone to work on.

"Gnaw, gnaw, gnaw... "

Sounds like the lions are definately "in house" today.  ROAR!





(Come on lambs!!!!)