And Now My Husband Thinks I Love Blogging More Than Him. Or That I Am Deaf.

Tom couldn't get his work truck out of the ice and snow the other morning, so he took his personal truck to work, then came home at lunchtime to try to dig the work truck out a little so it would move. He did manage to free the ice-mired wheels and pulled it around to the front of the house so he could just pull forward in the morning instead of trying to drive up the little hill that runs beside our house.

Apparently, sometime during the process of getting some things out of his truck to bring in the house, his foot slipped out from under him and WHOOP he landed right on his butt out in the street. His cell phone went flying and he landed right on his keys, which proceeded to start the truck alarm blaring loudly.

And as he lay spread-eagled in the ice and snow, with the horn blaring away right in front of the house? I was typing away on my blogs on the computer. Just a few feet away from the door and the windows that face the street.

Completely oblivious. Never heard a thing.

I told him I would have checked on him in a little while. Eventually. That he would not have laid out there forever, for God's sake. I am practically positive I would have thought about him before he got frostbite. Practically.

He was not convinced. He dusted the snow off his back and huffed out of the room.


There are many conflicting opinions on the "safest" place to sit on an airplane but most experts concede that the rear of the plane is generally slightly safer than the front. Read more at my travel blog here.