ugh, urp, gag

It's 2:00 a.m and all reasonable people are tucked in their comfy beds and have drifted into dream land. The rest of us poor clouts are wondering what to do with ourselves until the sandman finally tosses some of his magic dust into our eyes.
I am particularly anxious to escape into sleep tonight since a skunk spewed his gaggy stuff all over our dog somewhere around eleven this evening. They were evidently just outside our garage, because when I opened the "man door" to get something out of our car, I was about forced to my knees with the nastiness of the stink. Our house is...um...uh... think of a room full of men who recently had their fill of refried bean dip. Now, think 82 times worse than that.
So, what can I ramble on about to fill up time?
I did have an extremely tender evening assisting my friend, Lin, with her mom's temple work Tuesday night. There were some very sweet moments. I loved seeing Lin holding her son's hand over the alter.
I spent the night with Norma Jean and Vance after the endowment and sealings were completed. It's always a good time when we get to see them. Wayne was going to go with me and spend the evening with his sister and her hubby, but he bugged out on me last minute. He was worried about leaving his @#**^%Z## dog home alone... (yes, that would be the very same dog who is currently sleeping in the garage wearing skunk squirt) so, he sent me off in the trusty old Outback "silver streak" to fend for myself. The turkey! There were crosswinds of about 80 m.p.h on Highway 89 and up through most of Spanish Fork Canyon. The roads were icy and the blowing snow made for white out conditions in a dozen different spots. I was holding the steering wheel in a death grip while clenching my teeth and cursing my husband in a most unladylike fashion. I always count on him to protect me from all the scary stuff. I tell you here and now, he came dangerously close to losing his "super hero" status.

I am excited about Lee and Trina coming to stay with us for a couple of days this week-end. We may duct tape them to the couch, so they'll have to stay through Monday. So, if no one hears from them for a few days... don't get to worried. They'll be safe. We'll sit them near the fire and feed them hot soup through a straw. Of course, if the master of the household doesn't grab his pet and give him a solid scrub down in V8 juice, they may just yelp and make a quick escape. I'm making Chandi's yummy for the tummy burrito recipe and I've stocked up on ice cream and lots of frozen fruit for smoothies. Come to think of it... maybe we'll just stick to hot chocolate and cookies. The temperature this morning was -12 degrees. brrrrr.... It hit 23 this afternoon and it felt like a tropical heatwave.

Time to say good night. Gonna make some hot milk and heat the handy body heater things that Dallin gave me for Christmas and snuggle under my down comforter. With a little luck, the fates will smile down on this weary body and bless me with a few hours of slumber.