Day Two
The smart move would have been a mid-week grocery run after Hyperbole the Weather Dude told us we were going to get hit by the storm. The smart move would have been investing in a snow shovel and a pair of moon boots each, and gloves. Holy crap, dudes. Gloves.
But we didn't make a mid-week grocery run, and we don't have a snow shovel or moon boots or the rest of it.
And while it might make you Northerners laugh, we admitted defeat. 11" of snow FTW. Seriously, I haven't seen this much snow in ten years. Adam's only seen this much snow one other time in his life.
"Yeah," he said, doing the dude-surveying-his-domain-fist-on-hips stance. "We're stuck. At home. Again."
Not that there's any problems with being stuck at home while the world's draped in eleven inches of fondant. Staying at home means lounging around in my fluffy robe and fluffy slippers and fluffy monkey pants (I like being fluffy) and reading Christopher Moore books while Adam rocks out with Guitar Hero II. Staying at home means I will make breakfast, grilled cheese and jalapeno sammiches, oatmeal raisin cookies and stew. and I'll still clean up the kitchen. And staying at home means getting bored around two o' clock and deciding yeah, it's time to build a snowman.
Or, um, Snow Jabba in our case. We're nerds, but we've established this.
Really big nerds.
Really, really big nerds.
And now we're going to spend the evening lying around the living room coming up with Old Years Resolutions, because it's easier to come up with something you have one day to fix than the other way around. For instance, I'm going to do laundry.
Ahhh, I feel better already.
The smart move would have been a mid-week grocery run after Hyperbole the Weather Dude told us we were going to get hit by the storm. The smart move would have been investing in a snow shovel and a pair of moon boots each, and gloves. Holy crap, dudes. Gloves.
But we didn't make a mid-week grocery run, and we don't have a snow shovel or moon boots or the rest of it.
And while it might make you Northerners laugh, we admitted defeat. 11" of snow FTW. Seriously, I haven't seen this much snow in ten years. Adam's only seen this much snow one other time in his life.
"Yeah," he said, doing the dude-surveying-his-domain-fist-on-hips stance. "We're stuck. At home. Again."
Not that there's any problems with being stuck at home while the world's draped in eleven inches of fondant. Staying at home means lounging around in my fluffy robe and fluffy slippers and fluffy monkey pants (I like being fluffy) and reading Christopher Moore books while Adam rocks out with Guitar Hero II. Staying at home means I will make breakfast, grilled cheese and jalapeno sammiches, oatmeal raisin cookies and stew. and I'll still clean up the kitchen. And staying at home means getting bored around two o' clock and deciding yeah, it's time to build a snowman.
Or, um, Snow Jabba in our case. We're nerds, but we've established this.
Really big nerds.
Really, really big nerds.
And now we're going to spend the evening lying around the living room coming up with Old Years Resolutions, because it's easier to come up with something you have one day to fix than the other way around. For instance, I'm going to do laundry.
Ahhh, I feel better already.
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