I was in a VERY deep sleep this morning at 3 a.m. when my husband shook me awake. This is it, I thought, the 3 a.m. booty call!
It was the 3 a.m. help me shovel my car out of a snowdrift call.
Damn. So close and yet so far away.
WARNING: don't EVER offer to help someone shovel. They will take you up on it, regardless of the ungodly hour.
We got almost two feet of snow out of Snowmagedden, and of course, the damn cats HAD to go outside. It was rather comical to watch their reactions when I opened the laundry room door and they were met with a wall of snow. One cat decided to jump OVER the snow and dropped right down into it. She came flying out of the snow pile and right back into the house, thoroughly insulted that nature dared to diss her that way.
I didn't think we were going to get as much snow as they were predicting. Actually it was hard to tell what we were going to get since they kept upping the ante every time they gave the weather report. BUT like any conscientious person, I stocked up on all the essentials: cookie dough, diet Pepsi and Dove milk chocolates.
Let it snow! Let it snow! Let it snow!