Lemons turned to Lemonade? Well, Kinda'

There it was, the last weekend in APRIL and there was 9 inches of snow on the ground. We should have been out enjoying the spring in our backyard, but instead we had to have knee-high snowboots on in order to wade through all the darn stuff. So on Saturday afternoon Ole decided he wasn't going to let the snow get the best of him and he decided we were going to have a fire in the firepit in the backyard that night.

He hauled out the little snowblower, blew a path out to the firepit, blew out the surrounding concrete area, dumped all the snow off the chairs and loaded the pit with wood. Called some friends to come over - and we had a party.

He built a pretty big fire so we were all pretty warm. In fact it toasted our knees and some of us had to back up a bit.

So we took the lemons and turned them into lemonade and we didn't even use any "yellow snow." And goodness knows we've got plenty of that with two big shepherds running around here.

Lars and Lovely Daughter are flying the coop today - headed for Albuquerque, NM. Lars is quite a bowler and is involved in a high stakes tournament down there. They'll be gone for a week so Daisy and Beau will be spending the week at our house. Guess they're on vacation too because they'll get to sleep over here. Everyone's going on "vacation" except Ole and me (sniff, sniff). Big Brother lives about three hours from Albuquerque, so the kids will be renting a car and going to spend a few days with him when the tournament is over. Wish I was going too (sniff, sniff, wipes eyes with large hankie pulled from bosom of housedress). I haven't seen Big Brother for two years (blows nose hard with same hankie before stuffing it back into housedress). It would be easier to deal with staying home if there wasn't snow on the ground (sob).

Sympathy, people, I'm looking for sympathy here!!

Ole and Lena were ScandiHOOvian farmers who, unlike other ScandiHOOvians who farmed in northern Minnesota, farmed in the southern part of Minnesota, adjacent to the Iowa border. One day a surveyor came to Ole and Lena's farm to survey their property. After he finished, the surveyor met with Ole and Lena and said, "I surveyed your property, but I found a problem. All these years you thought your farm was in Minnesota, but my results show your farm is in Iowa." The surveyor looked at Ole and Lena for a response, but instead of them being upset, they looked pleased. "I thought you would be upset," said the surveyor. "Why do you both look so happy?" "Well," said Ole, "I'm so glad now. I didn't think we could stand another of those terrible Minnesota winters!"