Enough is enough is enough! My hubby is unusual, unique, eccentric, and lately he is just plain obsessed. Ever since he convinced me that the new Serendipity Farmhouse Weather Station would be “something we would both enjoy”, he has been lost in some geeky lala weather land.
Mr. Monte and I have had our fill of this blasted obsession. Look at what he’s done with our once beautiful blog. Post after post, here and here and here and here , are filled with the most boring, and ridiculous weather nonsense. Why can’t he just get a life and talk about good things like food and family and his beautiful and creative wife.
At this point, for you our beloved readers and for me and my sanity, I can only hope and pray that he regains his senses. When I married him, I knew that he was geeky and loved technology, but I never thought that it would come to this.
Hi! Mr. Monte here. Blondie, the poor dear, just broke down in tears and asked me to finish this post. Amidst her mournful sobbing, I could hear her sigh that she was now just a “technology widow”. Even my hard and cold catly heart had to break when I heard those words.
Old Fuzz Face, is a weather geek and a cyber obsessed weirdo, but he really isn’t all that smart. He doesn’t understand the science behind what he’s doing. He’s really not much better than a misguided high school dropout – a real sad case, if you ask me.
Nope, here at Serendipity Farmhouse, I’m the one with skills – stalking skills, hunting skills, even cyber skills. In fact, Blondie, who knows that I’m the real genius behind this blog, calls me “Cyber-Tooth”. Fuzz Face is just a geeky human juvenile that never grew up.
And as far as understanding weather goes, especially winter weather, Fuzz Face is a mere amateur. Winter weather is in my blood, wrapped within the spirals of my DNA. We cats, especially Maine Coons, go way back and we have instincts about weather that Fuzz Face could never comprehend. Let me share with you two pictures from when I was just two years old. They show how well prepared, through instinct and incredible catly intellect, I am to handle any weather that nature might throw my way.
For Blondie’s sake and for my own, I hope that Old Fuzz Face recovers from his compulsive-obsessive weather dementia and returns to this world. Until he does, I can only consider him to be of even lesser mental capacity than Kip Dynamite.