I visited Wal-Mart before most of the crazies got off work today and was able to stock up on the necessities for "Snowmaggedon 2011" (as monikered by my husband and sister-in-law): chocolate chips, Crisco, peanut butter and rice chex (although sadly, as I documented the list here, I have come to realize the powdered sugar was forgotten - so my grand vision of gulping down Puppy Chow [the Chex version, not the canine variety] while indulging in Netflix has just gone down the drain - a moment of silence for lost dreams, shall we? . . . .Thank you for your pity). At least we still have the Crisco and the chocolate chips - cookies are a close second any day.
While awaiting the first signs of the storm, the three adults in the house (the aforementioned sister-in-law was invited to be snowed in with us - because most games are just more fun with a greater number of people) partook in a multi-cultural (read: highly offensive to almost anyone with an accent of any kind - as all were slaughtered pretty evenly across the board) version of Pay Day (the seventies edition - even better!).
Impatience got the better of Dayla, however, and she suggested we go outside and do a snow dance.
Thus she and I did (while Philip stood in the house and threatened to lock the door). And in the midst of the dance, lightning flashed - coincidence? I think not.
Less than five minutes later, the sounds of sleet and hail could clearly be heard clattering against the chimney.
The two of us are available for hire to bring inclement weather in your most dire of situations. Give us a shout.
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