It’s darned cold outside again.  Who the @#$* turned off the heat?  Sure as shooting my poor magnolia tree’s blossoms will turn brown from frost tonight with the mercury dropping to twenty eight degrees.  I’m glad I didn’t pack my warm jacket away.

     Even the dogs are disgusted with the chill in the air.  They preferred to do their romping indoors today.  My couch looks as though a tornado hit it and I can’t tell you how many times I picked pillows up from the floor.  Everything on the top shelf of my curio cabinet walked to one side.  They both banged off the kitchen cabinet doors so much today I thought the doors would fall off.  They run into the kitchen, slide, and use the cabinets to stop and turn.  Yes, my house was pure bedlam today.

     They dragged Dear hubby into the frenzy and I don’t know who was worse the dogs or him.  My sanity walked a thin line as I tried to write and either a dog or a big ball thrown by DH bounced off my chair every few minutes.  At least they all had fun.  I want the warm weather back so the dogs and DH can blow off steam away from my desk.