Guess where I am today!? Oh, just the middle of the Caribbean. You know.
Sweltering heat, a nice warm breeze, hot sand between your toes.
If fact, last night it was so hot I just had to refresh with a rum-filled coconut. It’s a rough life.
Okay, guess what? I am totally kidding. I’m just daydreaming about my honeymoon. This was actually my reality today:
Yes, we were basically buried in our house this morning, after what others are calling “Snowmageddon” and/or “”Snowpacolypse 2011.” No way this storm actually lived up to the forecasters’ horrific predictions, but it was a still a robust (as FiveCentFemme might say) snowfall. Luckily I didn’t have to venture out on the treacherous roads and was able to work from home today.
Once lunch hour rolled around, the hub and I adorned ourselves in boots and puffy winter coats and ventured out on foot in search of nom-sustenance.
Our initial destination was OCB. Yes, I gave in and agreed to go to OCB. I mean, a day like today pretty much begs for feasting upon food and hibernating. About 15 minutes later, we arrived at the door of Old Country Buffet and encountered a sign: “Due to the severe whether we will be closed Wednesday. We will be reopening on Thursday,” or something to that effect. Heartbreaking!
Well obviously, there was no way we were turning around and going back home empty-handed and with hungry tummies, so we trudged across the street to Moe’s for burritos. At one point, when I was stepping in an 18” snow drift, my hood was flying off my head, and the snow flakes were beating against my face like razor blades, I may or may not have hollered out, “this was a terrible idea!” But, minutes later we arrived at our destination, and it was worth the journey. I ordered the Art Vandalay, which is the vegetarian burrito, on a whole
wheat grain [error corrected, per Mr. Bill’s suggestion] tortilla with black beans, rice, cheese, sour cream, guacamole, pico de gallo, and lots of pickled jalapenos. Not bad. Quite good, actually. We concluded that we are now Chipotle converts, however, and that Moe’s just doesn’t do it for us as well anymore.
After lunch we headed back home, and the journey back was more difficult. My legs were quite sore from doing a Weight-loss Pilates and Leg work out via On-Demand vids yesterday, and the snow was only exacerbating this. But I just shut my face and trudged on.
…Made it home!
Then the sun came out, albeit briefly.
Then around quarter to four, the plows came! First one:
..Then a second! Ballin’!
Yes, I was being a total creeper taking pictures of the snow plows through this sneaky little window on my door.
And even more creepster than that, was the fact that I was lurking and lmao at our across-the-street neighbor who
stupidly cluelessly left his car in the street overnight, and all day today. Once the plows arrived he moved his car (in front of our house – how rude!) and then quickly tried to dig out and get his car in the drive way. Then the plow came BACK down the street and ruined all the shoveling he just did. He looked PISSED! Naturally I was laughing hysterically.
(Dear Neighbor: If you find my blog and read this, I’m sorry to have made fun of you. But it is cheap entertainment. I hope next time we have a snowstorm you will not have as much trouble.)
But then, karma (who I don’t believe in) came and kicked me in the
ass rear and gave me my own FAIL to deal with. Our ceiling is leaking! The hub called a snow-clearing company for an estimate on removing the snow from our room and it was $650. Six hundred fifty dollars!??!?! Say whaaaa!?? Eff that idea. Guess we’ll wait it out. Cross your fingers for us that there will be no damage! And actually, now that I am writing this, about an hour later, the dripping has nearly ceased, though we’ve placed a bucket beneath the drippage.
Well my break time is over. Stay warm out there!
Currently listening to: Howlin’ For You – The Black Keys.