Yes, we are expecting the blizzard of the century up here in New England. I think it's been named Juno. State of Emergency has been called, school cancelled for tomorrow, and likely Wednesday too. The news keeps reporting the driving curfew, advising to stay off the roads, or you could get fined or even put in jail. They remind us that blizzard conditions really means you ACTUALLY CAN'T SEE much further than 4 feet ahead of you.
Mike just flew out to Albuquerque on business. His plane left at 3pm. He gave me the quick brush up training on how to use the snow-blower. Hopefully I can dig us out of the house at some point. All I can say is..... payback's a bitch. And boy will he pay for ditching us during this storm of predicted 'historical proportions'.
So what do I do when I'm stressed, needing to deflect my frustration?... why, I go shopping of course. I've been wanting a pair of snowshoes for a while now, so what better timing!? Found a pair for myself, and some for Vince and Zoë too. We'll be able to scale any mountain of snow that comes our way! (I hope).
Zoë and Vince 'hiked' around our front yard trying out their new shoes. This has got to be my favorite picture of Zoë right now, little cutie!
She decided to run a circle around the tree...
And who knew there were such a thing as light up snowshoes? Vince loves his new bling snowshoes
Now, if the power will just please STAY ON, and will the snow blower just please NOT blow up or catch fire while I'm digging us out (thanks Jon Manto for that lovely story, feeding my angst!), we may just have ourselves an ok time. So far it's been ok. The kids are bathed and asleep, my mom and I are watching Golden Girls, while sipping wine and thinking about purchasing the personal pedi callus remover we just saw on TV. I'll try and update tomorrow!