To Blue or Not to Blue

I flicked through the Dark Sky app on my phone during breakfast. Snow – Friday.

“Hmm … Puck, there might be a possibility of an actual snow day later this week.”

“Snow day? YES! I mean … NO! I mean … yes! I mean … no!”

The struggle of deciding which is best – fun at home or fun at school. That snow was later all but canceled. St. Louis weather. Can’t live with it, can’t live without it.

The big drama of the day over at the Big House was Linnea-Irish’s hair. Blue. It was blue. Indigo blue.

“You look like a cartoon,” Carrie told her.

“Well, I had to cover up the green mistake,” she explained.

I guess blue is better than green.

Anyway, Carrie-Bri prescribed a heavy dose of “color stripper” after her all-day shift at DQ. So now there was a correction for the mistake on top of the original mistake.

Of course, it didn’t exactly help Mom’s diagnosis of, “That’s just bizarre, Linnea,” when Linnea returned from work claiming that her boss loved the blue locks so much, he made her work without a hat so all of the customers could view her lovely wig-like locks. The customers approved.

“I even got hit on by a classy guy,” she added with a tin grin.

“You should save that for Halloween,” Puck suggested.

BAM! BAM! BAM!

If I had a nickel for every time Puck pounds on the shower wall while he’s showering to get my attention…

“What is it this time, bud?”

“IT’S EXCEEDINGLY COLD IN HERE, MOM!”

I adjusted the dial on the shower.

Oxbear walked in the front door with a load of library reserves. After he scarfed down a bowl of pork and potatoes, Crackers did her best to paw out the leftovers. Potatoes, not pork. Sometimes I really am convinced that she and Snuggles are telepathically connected – Professor Snuggles to Prodigee Crackers: “How to Eat Everything You Shouldn’t 101”. I’ll be darned if she didn’t actually pick up a piece of potato in her jaws, carry it off like a kitten, and attack it. Weirdo.