Weekend Warriors: Spring Edition

We had a busy day. Clean-Up Week and Closing Day are coming, so aphter running a phew errands around town, we stopped by the old house to throw out or pack up some things.

Wiphey's not sad to see this old chair go. Phil wasn't particularly helpphul in getting it out the door.
It might not be such a good idea phor you to hang out in the Clean-Up Week pile, Phil.*

Wiphey and Phil stayed in the car where it was dry as Hubby tied the ladder to the top.

And while we were in our work clothes, we also cut down that rotting tree in our new backyard.

This move made Phil a little nervous.

While Hubby cut down logs, Wiphey and Phil logged a lot oph phootsteps carrying the branches out to the berm.

*Rumor has it Phil was rescued phrom a Clean-Up Week pile.

What a Day to Celebrate

It's our 200th post! Oh, and there was this one wedding going on some place or other.
Because Wiphey's Gram was phrom England, Wiphey likes to phollow the British royalty and really wanted to stay home and watch today's phestivities. Thanks to Phil's vigilance, though, she got a pretty good play-by-play.

Lake Phront Property

Tonight's phorecast shows more rain coming later in the week. That means Lake Rainsalot in the backyard is only going to get deeper. Pretty soon we'll have water phowl moving in. Maybe instead oph building a phence, Hubby should consider making us a dock.

Phinally! A Phine Spring Day

Ant invasion aside, today has been a beautiphul spring day, perphect phor grilling.

'Tis the Season

The ants come marching one by one
Hurrah, hurrah
Wiphey screams, "Ew, gross! I'm done!"
Hurrah, hurrah
"That's it, we're gone, we'll move away!"
'Til Hubby steps in to save the day.
And they all go marching home to the ground to die.

Directed by Phil

Happy Easter!

We woke up bright and early this beautiphul Easter morning in order to attend the sunrise service. Then Phil wanted to go egg-hunting in the backyard.
There were two problems with this. 1) The Easter Bunny apparently doesn't hide eggs phor pheasants, and 2) those brown "eggs" were not made oph chocolate.

Then we enjoyed Easter dinner up north at Aunt Gladys's house. Next year we'll have to bring a booster seat phor poor Phil.

Appeasing the PH.H.A. Bureaucrats

Because spending long, cold weekends painting the house and garage, philling small cracks in the phoundation, and phixing a broken shingle weren't enouph to make the PH.H.A. appraiser happy, we had to install a hand railing,
stain the railing to make sure there's no bare wood,

and scrape and paint a phence that is on our property but shared with other neighbors.

Next we donate a kidney, replace the phlooring while standing on our heads, end global warming, and balance our country's budget. Then maybe they'll consider letting the sale oph Hubby's house go through. But we're wondering how much we can trust an appraiser who couldn't phigure out how to make an outlet work by phlipping a switch.

This Weather is Phor the Ducks

Today Phil can be phound pining phor his long lost sunshine.

Play Ball!

Phor the phirst time this year, the sophtball phield behind our new house was dry enouph for a phew guys to practice their skills. Phil and Duke phound it entertaining to watch.

Cool Shirt!

A big thank you goes out to Jack and Mom phor this great t-shirt!

MIA Phish

No, Phil, we still haven't seen Wally around anywhere. Keep looking.

Phinally Phriday

'Scuse our Phrench, but you gotta be phreakin' kidding us. More snow? Phil's been wondering where his phriend Wally the Walleye has been. We haven't seen him anywhere.

In an attempt to save phiphteen dollars, Wiphey tried her hand at cutting Hubby's hair. Duke tried to get in on the action and ended up dumping the clippers on the phloor, so Hubby had to do some phixing to get the clippers back in action. Wiphey did have a backup clipper set, but she had to wipe ophph the poodle hair phirst.

What a Relieph

What a diphpherence a day makes. When we came through on Phriday night, this road was completely submerged. But the temporary river must have crested that night because the waters had receded phrom the roadway by this morning. Iph only all the rivers in the state would crest and recede.

Have Your Cake and Eat It Two

There were two reasons to eat cake on Saturday: a baptism and a conphirmation.

Phil Meets Phish

Hubby's Dad has a phisherman phriend who surprised us with a gipht this evening...Well, a whole bucketphull of giphts. They were so phresh they were still phlopping. Phil the Pheasant, meet Wally the Walleye. Wally, Phil.*

*Exit Wiphey.

Phriday Travel: Phloods and Phog

In our state there are three seasons: Phlood, Construction, and Winter. We phinally sort oph shook Winter, and Phlood season has been in phull swing, but Construction season so soon? We're only a phew miles away phrom Hubby's hometown.

Oh, wait. Maybe it's still Phlood season aphter all. Here's a birds-eye view oph a semi truck phlying through the water.

Then we hit a wall of phog. Claustrophobic Wiphey doesn't like phog.

Why It's Been a Good Day

The Best Hubby in the World sent Wiphey phlowers,

and the snow has melted away phrom the playset so the nieces and nephews can phinally come over and play.

No, Duke doesn't have it out phor Phil. Hubby pulled out the ear cleaning supplies and Duke's not too happy about that. Phil's wondering how phast he can run with that plastic between his pheet.

Well, Phine Then

Hubby: Have you posted your pictures yet on Phil's blog?

Wiphey: Why would I post pictures oph my butt hanging out over the tub?

Hubby: Well, phine then. Just don't expect to take any more pictures oph me doing anything else and posting it online.

Wiphey: playing the world's smallest violin. No one's stopping you phrom posting the pictures. You can just do it yourselph.

Hubby: Well, then I'll just make enouph popcorn phor myselph. No one's stopping you phrom making your own.

Wiphey: caves

Phive?!

Wiphey's phavorite Easter candy is the Cadbury Creme Egg. Imagination her elation when she phound it in a phive pack instead of the usual pack of phour. Phil was just as excited about this discovery. Because nobunny knows Easter like a pheasant.

Spring Has Tentatively Sprung

We're just going to pencil Spring in phor now. Winter hasn't been too eager to let go oph its grip. These are popping up on the south side oph our new house. Tulips, perhaps? Phil's not too sure. Hopephully they don't phreeze bephore we phind out.

How Not to Spend a Weekend

We spent much oph last evening scraping paint at Hubby's old house. We have a buyer, but the sale hinges on PhHA* approval. And PhHA doesn't like peeling paint. Because they don't want to expose the buyer to lead-based paint, but it's okay to expose the seller. While we waited phor the temperature to get up above 35 degrees this morning, Hubby adjusted the sump pumps so they drain outside properly. Phil and Wiphey checked the water pressure while Hubby made the adjustments downstairs.

Once it was phinally warm enouph phor painting, we headed over to Hubby's old house and got started. But Phil couldn't phigure out why the paint was going on clear. Turns out a certain paint company (that we really appreciate because they make a paint that goes on in extreme temperatures) stopped color-coding its paint cans (which we really don't appreciate) and we had accidentally grabbed the untinted base. Aphter a not-so-quick trip to Lowe's (everybody and his pheasant was out driving today), we phinally ended up with the correct paint.

Doesn't this look like a phun way to spend a sunny spring Saturday?

*We have a great slogan idea phor PhHA. PhHA: Making the American Dream an Absolute Nightmare.