Saturday, October 25, 2008

My daughter, the Hippie chick.

Thank God it's finally Friday. It's been a long, cold, and rainy week. My poor dogs are losing their tiny minds being stuck inside all day. All the dreariness is starting to drive me a bit buggy too. I just hope that it warms up a little next week, as promised; At least for a few more days, I hate the way that Autumn slips by so quickly, and winter drags on forever. I'm really not looking forward to walking the dogs in the snow and bitter cold. Unfortunately, there's nothing that my dogs love more than a fresh snowfall.

The cooler weather has brought the field mice back into our house. Angel managed to catch one last night. Now she's obsessed with finding the rest of them. She spends her evenings staring at the baseboards in the kitchen, just waiting for one of them to show so much as a whisker. I guess I'll have to get some traps, or she'll be totally insane by spring. Poor Angel, she was born to be a farm dog. She loves to work; tracking and hunting, herding and pulling a cart. Heather and I were talking about it this evening. We both agree that we need to find ourselves a big old farm house to move to - for Angel's sake, of course.

While Jake was at the school dance, Heather and I went to the thrift store to find a few things for our Halloween costumes. Heather is going to be a '60's hippie. She's so excited, she loves the whole idea of tie dye t-shirts and long flowing headbands. As soon as we got home, she ran to her room to try everything on. She is perfect for the part, it suits her. She still wants to get a pair of round wire rim glasses with colored lenses. (sort of an Ozzy Osbourne look.) She also wants to get a pair of platform boots. I keep telling her that platform boots were the '70's, not the'60's. I told her she needs go-go boots or sandals ! Besides, she'd probably kill herself running around at night in big 'ol platform boots. As I remember, it took a bit of practice to wear those things ! Between disco and platform shoes, orthopedic surgeons made a fortune off broken ankles in the '70's.

Well, it's getting late and I need to get myself off to bed. Hope everyone has a fabulous weekend!


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sparsely kate said...

Tell Heather I'm a bit partial to the hippy chick movement myself only, it's a good thing I wasn't born in that era because with my bazookas, going braless and burning my bras would be a bad, bad idea. For everybody. :)
Still - I love the hair!

Have a happy weekend yourself...I'm off to cook sausages for a school fundraiser. yay.