Bits and Pieces of Our Days

Hamster Trauma:

The other day, Anne-with-an-e came running upstairs, holding onto Blanche the Hamster, quite upset. Anne had just rescued poor little Blanche from the mouth -- yes, she pulled the hamster right out of the mouth -- of this guy:


Apparently, he was planning to enjoy his snack away from prying eyes (and hands) as he had not yet chomped down. We're so happy Anne spotted him en route to his picnic.

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Weather Whine:

The temps are below zero here. Again. I know ... it's Nebraska. It's winter. I know. I should expect it to be cold. I'm a little tired of it being so cold, though. However, I am feeling grateful for the not-so-little details of my life: at least I'm not twisting and burning hay to stay warm, as Laura Ingalls did. Thank you, God, for furnaces, and hot water and warm clothes and hot meals.

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Tonight, Ramona said, "Mommy, I love you more than I can type!" Aaahhh ... a true blogger's daughter.

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Upon surveying a print of Nighthawks that hangs in in our stairway, Ramona began to narrate:

"The guy in the hat is saying, 'Darn! I forgot my spy gear.' And, 'Why do I always get the odd people?' says the guy behind the counter."





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