We're supposed to get a total of 12 inches of snowfall this weekend. Maybe six inches by tonight and then another six by Sunday. As hard as I try to envision palm trees sprouting in my back yard, it just isn't happening.
I woke up very early to the back and forth sound of the street plowers working to make the morning commute for the job force better. I would have really enjoyed sleeping longer. Even over the sound of the box fan in my room, the vrooom scrape vroom scrape and constant sound of what seemed to be wheels spinning on ice was more than my sleeping brain could handle and I laid there awake...blinking into the grey morning hue of light peeking in my window from the blinds.
I washed dishes, made faces at the munchkin who was tossing all of her toys out of her playpen in the kitchen, and started a batch of Italian beef which will take ten to twelve hours to cook and make the house smell good resulting in me being hungry all.day.long.
And here it is...in the afternoon and I'm fading. I'm hungry. It's snowing.
Maybe I'll put on a pot of coffee. And bake chocolate fudge, marshmellow-filled cookies and put chocolate frosting on top.
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Marry me. Oh wait, I'm married - dammit!
Nice, send some of those this way when they get out of the oven. That would be awesome.
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