Oh, there's so much to do, so little time. After a week, I've FINALLY been able to get back online. First I have to check my email and delete the 300 "messages" I've gotten, then on to Facebook to see what everyone has been up to. And then to blogging...but do I blog or respond to the comments? I want to thank everyone who has left a comment, and I promise to visit everyone, it just may take me a while. In the meantime, hopefully, my computer will quit being a pain in the neck...
I am happy to say that Spring has not forsaken us, and I am confident that it will soon be here. The reason I am confident is because I saw a flock of robins yesterday. They were all on top of the eight inches (roughly) of semi-white snow. Our family always has a race to see who can be the first one to spot the beloved robin.
There is a little bit of controversy surrounding the self-proclaimed winner, who happens to be Hubby. I have actually proclaimed myself to be the winner, but Hubby disagrees. So, here is my story, and I'll let you be the judge.
Hubby and I were both together in our truck running an early morning errand. I didn't get my coffee, but Hubby was sweet enough to fix me some, and brought it along. Hubby knows that the only way I like coffee is when it does not taste like coffee. My way of fixing coffee is to add heavy cream until it turns a nice caramel color, followed by some hazelnut syrup (sugar-free, of course. I don't need the extra calories!) Unfortunately, I am out of both heavy cream and hazelnut syrup, so I'm putting up with just having dry, off brand creamer. So, hubby hands me my coffee. Before I take a sip, we're chatting it up, and I mention that it's probably too early for the robins, since the ground is covered with snow. I said, "They probably take one look at the ground and head back south until it all melts."
At that point, I decide to take a sip of the coffee that hubby has so lovingly prepared for me. (It's in a travel cup, because when it comes to liquids and vehicles, I'm worse than a kid.) So, I push back the little tab and notice it is the right caramel color. Good job, honey. Then I innocently, and unsuspectingly, take a sip. Something is happening to my mouth, and I don't quite know what is wrong. (OH. MY. GOSH. I'm thinking)
My mouth is all kind of puckering up. I can't speak. I smell the coffee. Do I smell.....vinegar? What? I'm very confused. My brain isn't working. My mouth isn't working. And, that is when I spot them. An entire flock of them bouncing around on top of the snow. Suddenly, I hear Hubby saying, "Robins! I see robins, and I saw them first!"
NO! I finally get my mouth to work." I saw them first, but I couldn't speak, and what in the world did you put in my coffee???" He just laughs, "HA HA. I saw them first, and I said it first. I win." I maintain that I saw them first, so I am the winner. He then calls my mom, because he especially likes to beat her in the robin race. We relentlessly argue about it for the next 15 minutes, proclaiming ourselves the winner.
Oh, so are you wondering what he put in my coffee? You'll never guess in a million years. We had some leftover wine, and yes, he did put wine in my coffee. How much, you ask? I asked the same question. "Oh, not much," he said, "maybe just about a fourth of a cup." Needless to say, I did not drink the rest of my "coffee".