Day 3

It's Day Three of "girlie week."  Life is still good, but relations are becoming strained.  Kids talked through Survivor, Dog wanted out too often to suit me, and Cats ticked me off.

My captors are trying to wear me down, but I shall not waiver.  I am strong.  Neither ice, nor snow shall stop my appointed commute.  I shall go to work and put up with idiots, yet still come home with a smile upon my face.

The food supply is holding out, but we're getting into the reserves.  There is only about a 3-day supply of Diet coke left, and I'm getting sweaty palms, just thinking about it.  I may have to have mixed fruit, instead of my favorite (cinnamon applesauce) dessert for lunch tomorrow.  My palms sweat, thinking about it.

I feel that God sent Trace Adkins to be on Celebrity Apprentice, just so I would have a mental escape tonight.  What an incredible piece of fantasy fodder!  He is the coolest, hottest, biggest, studliest man in country music.  I love him.  Sorry Kevin, but you still have Sarah Evans, right?

A nearby town has already canceled school for tomorrow, so I expect ours will close soon, as well.  Awesome.  My house will be trashed once again, and the girls will wind up at Grandma's house, tormenting her.  Guard yourself, Mom.  They are experts in the field of torture.

Propane has reached a cost that deems it necessary to keep the thermostat low.  I think my captors are in cahoots with the propane people.  They like to make me feel guilt for the chill in the air, while knowing that they have electric blankets, while I do not.  Those heartless creatures!

Shall I make a break for it?  I fear that my plan would be found out.  I shall bravely stick it out, and hope that my husband comes to save me soon.  REAL soon.

In the event that my captors win this battle, let it be known that Hawkeye shall live with my parents, the cats become up for grabs, and the sharks and aquarium go to my nephew, Arick.  I have nothing else worth offering.

Oh, except one more thing.  My favorite blanket goes to my captors.  They are wearing me down, and about to take over my spirit, but they're cute as hell, and I love them.  They love this blanket.  Let 'em have it.

I love you, girls!  Thanks for a fun week!