There have been all sorts of cutesy monikers used to describe said storm, which incidentally happens to be among the top 5 worst in this area. Words like, "SNOWTOPIA" and "SNOWMAGEDDON" and others are being tossed around like nickels at a casino on an Indian Reservation, and I'm kind of getting tired of them.
To be fair, there's a lot of effn snow. A lot. I took pictures to memorialize this historical event. We live in the cul de sac, so when the plows and front loaders started pushing the snow into piles, we got the biggest ones. Big enough for the 7 year old outside junkie to snowboard down and land safely in the street. And yes, I said land "safely in the street". Because our street isn't even close to being cleared. There's no way any car, truck, bus or helicopter can drive down it. At this point, I am not sure how the hell the kids are getting to school tomorrow. Yeah, it's that bad. And yeah, I'm secretly loving it. I'm making a gigantor pot of soup. Maddie and I made some easy bake oven brownies and are about to make some chocolate chip cookies. We've done homework, read, watched movies with popcorn at 10 a.m., and we are generally just hunkered down and loving a breather day.
Because that's what this is. Literally a day off of life (except for John, who is telecommuting in the basement. Apparently his co horts in Buenos Aires did NOT have a snow day). We have no where to go. And who would even want to?
It's kinda hard to tell how deep the snow is in front of the house until you realize that is a TREE that is almost covered.
Here is Jack climbing said tree. Usually he needs to work up a jump to grab those branches.
This is what my STREET looks like. Like I said, I'm not sure how the hell the kids are getting to school tomorrow.
This is kid in street. He was really loving this.
More tree covered by snow.
Sort of snowboarding. Actually, I think this is falling off the snowboard. Very poetic.
This is the view from inside. The drifts really are bigger than she is.
He was eager to point out how high the snow is off the back porch. Apparently we are not opening that door for a while.
This is what it looks like when you have a snow lover trying to show you what it is like to stand and walk in the snow out on the back porch.
Although I love this being home and all, I do have to say I hope it doesn't snow again for a while. Because it's supposed to get arctic cold around these parts, and so the snow isn't melting for a while. And what will happen when it does? I don't want to find out. So we're in, we're warm, and we're enjoying watching the neighbors and village dig out.
He was eager to point out how high the snow is off the back porch. Apparently we are not opening that door for a while.
This is what it looks like when you have a snow lover trying to show you what it is like to stand and walk in the snow out on the back porch.
Although I love this being home and all, I do have to say I hope it doesn't snow again for a while. Because it's supposed to get arctic cold around these parts, and so the snow isn't melting for a while. And what will happen when it does? I don't want to find out. So we're in, we're warm, and we're enjoying watching the neighbors and village dig out.
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