Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Here, Wolfie Wolfie

It was a dark and stormy night. Decadent Housewife was resting from a long day of, of, of feeding men. When all of a sudden, she paused...shhh...yes.
Just over howling winds and scurrying mice she could hear...yes...WOLVES. And they were in her kitchen. Again. Just look at those huge paws.
Snarling, snapping. Well, not really. But that would fit about here. These wolves were quietly moving in to make their attack. (Sorry, if this looks too exorcist. C'est la vie.)
Not yet satiated, they return again and again...bypassing any plate or civilized serviette, (this is Canada, we say serviette)...circling the refrigerator.
Oh my goodness. It's another wolf and his wolfette. Ignore the shirt that says otherwise. He is not a fox. She is the fox.
Alas, they have eaten, drank and been filled.
LOOK! This one's back! This one always comes back to finish things off.
Gosh, winters are long in Canada.


Patricia said...

Sorry about your long winters - but I'm enjoying the effect it has on you. You are just too much fun! Just wish I knew how to get those sticky buns into my little hands. Sure would go good with coffee, don't you think?

Jeanne said...

Are they ever long our winters.
I cannot wait until Spring
Love Jeanne

Decadent Housewife said...

Thanks Patricia. I will think of you while perma-frosted to my bench waiting for the birds to show up...don`t understand why they don`t all head south.

The sticky buns will be up soon. I agree, coffee and black. :)

Decadent Housewife said...

Hi Jeanne,
When we were little winter was all fun wasn't it? I enjoy it's beauty but yes, long for those days when we can comfortably stay outside.