That Sounds So Judge-y; Shouldn't We Use A Proper Name?

During the recent snow happenings around here, we became concerned about ice damming and flooding. We had some water come in our kitchen window, Jake's room, Tom's and my window, and leave a spot on Molly's ceiling. Tom made a valiant effort to move the mounds of snow away from the foundation of the house, and to clean off the roof. One solution he read about and tried was to fill pantyhose with ice melting pellets and put them on the roof near the gutters.

I kind of cracked up when I discovered he had GONE OUT IN THE SNOW to Rite-Aid to buy the pantyhose. I mean, he certainly hasn't seen me wear any in the last decade or so, but I do have a few pairs tucked away in the archives. I guess my kids have never seen me wear any either.

Anyway, the pantyhose thing appears to have worked, and for that I am grateful!

Last night I was snuggling with Molly and we looked out the window of her room onto the roof.

Molly:

"I hate my view. Other people have views of the ocean, or the woods, or a beautiful sunset. All I get is a dirty old Panty Ho."

I told her I believed they were called Pantyhose, but she wasn't buying it.

"It's a Panty Ho and I'm sick of it!"

Here's hoping you have a delightful weekend, free of encounters with any Panty Ho's.