So while Swix is regretting his life choices me and the puppy are rambling around playing fetch, rolling in the snow. When I finally turn round, he is sitting three and a half feet from the door on top of an amazon package insulating his tootsies from the cold cold ground, waiting indignantly for somone to notice and get him out of this situation that he very much got himself into.

Solomon is good with the cats for the most part, but he does know he's allowed to play a lot rougher outside than inside. But rather than doing anything rambunctious, he trots up to Swix, and just looks at him with an adorable inquisitive lil head tilt, like, "what are you doing out here? Are you here for playtime too?"

So I opened the door for Swix, which made Solomon very sad cause he didn't think playtime should be over yet, and the cat busts ass inside, and beelines upstairs into the bed, where Sunshineman is asleep in the middle of the day because he's on night shift.

Caught a snowshoe hare with his bare hands and brought the squirming wild fluffy animal back to the house so the neices could see it.

Proudly called me to tell me he has a better prey drive than the cats. Also sent pics.

So sunshineman's brother is competing at the Olympics, we're all very excited and proud and whatnot. And because the Olympics is primarily a marketing event we (various friends and family members at home) are supposed to film a quick 20 second video wishing him and team USA good luck ski fast that kind of thing, so it can be played at the opening ceremonies.

Sunshineman was told to do this some time over the weekend. That's great. I could have found some picturesque spot and rallied all of my various animals (all named after ski brands because I like a theme and love the bit) and we could have done a cute little well wishing video. That is not what happened.

Seven thirty, monday morning, as I am chiseling the ice off my car in the dark, Sunshineman swings into the driveway, home from night shift. Tells me the thing. When do we need this by? I ask, thinking about availability of daylight and conflicting work schedules.

Now, says he, the love of my life and partner in all things including apparently our unmedicated poorly managed adhd. We need to get it sent in by noon.

Dear reader, I do not look nice when I go to work. I am not paid to be pretty. There is a lot of singeing things with fire and a hefty dose of wrestling with large muddy objects at work. I dress accordingly. I am sure as shit not wasting my time, money, and energy with makeup to go to work. I make pretty things, I do not have to be the pretty thing. I am on my fourth consecutive month of hat hair.

But I will be perfectly honest. That is not what I want to look like for a well wishing video that's going to end up on the international broadcast.

Sunshineman might actually go into arrhythmia and die if he wore a dress in public where human beings could see him. And I would look so much better than him in a suit. We could not do the matching / complimentary couple thing. There is the possibility sunshine man could go into anaphylactic shock from any clothing more involved than jeans actually. A suit jacket could very well traumatize him into organ shutdown.

I can scrub up and look hot in fancy clothes even if I don't often get the opportunity. I'm not worried about me. My plus one on the other hand is another issue.