Polls, pizza picnic, and pests...

First things first...

According to Fox News which is playing in the background, this House will soon have a lot of new REPUBLICAN inhabitants:

and I'm just going to put my two cents in and say I'm really happy about that...

as are many unborn babies who need an advocate

and many marriage issues that need rectified to reflect a Higher moral standard.

I won't pretend to understand or even know all of the issues at stake...

I'm just saying it's nice to see a little more Red moving in.

It was just the girls for dinner tonight, and I wasn't in much of a cooking mood, so the evening's cuisine consisted of salad and leftover pizza.  And, just because we could, we decided to eat on the floor next to the fire because it was the warmest place in the house.

Speaking of fire...you already know my obsession with my fireplace...but it's starting to sink in that in order to really enjoy a fire, we need to traipse down to the basement to drag up the wood which is stacked outside.  We're only a few weeks into fireplace season, and I'm tired of it already!  

My pile is not nearly as large or neat as this, but in my dreams, I think it should be...judging by the amount of wood I've already consumed.  

I'm trying to figure out how to rig up one of THESE to do the work for me...

or perhaps I should just suck it up and follow the example of 

this

 amazing 

woman.

{I feel pretty scrawny compared to her...she's pretty inspiring...even remembered to put on her earrings and beads before venturing on to the work of the day!}

For the last five nights I've been woken up around 3am to some pest walking across my roof.  At first I was afraid there were mice wandering between the walls, but after the first few times I realized whatever it is is a large animal.  Nick's been woken by it too...his bedroom is on the opposite side of the hallways, meaning that in order to get there it is crawling across the roof from one end to the other...wreaking havoc along the way.  

There is nothing more irritating than being awakened by a pestering animal outside your window...he's messing with our sleep. 

As Nick was crawling into bed this evening he called me in to listen to whatever it is walking right above his bedroom. So we grabbed a flashlight and went outside to see if we could find it on the roof.  {Picture me in my pink robe and slippers standing out in the driveway...}  After a few minutes Nick caught a glimpse of the troublemaker...he looked something like this:

..and I officially HATE him. 

 I'm seriously thinking about letting Nick get his shotgun out when he comes back to stalk around outside my window around 3am.

I. 

Declare.

war.