Trade Off

Okay, Amanda, there's nothing fun anymore about snow days you have to spend outside shoveling, waiting for the plow, wondering where the f**k we're going to put all the snow. While on the phone with you last night I said it wasn't doing much outside my house, but an hour away at my sisters they had a mess. In the middle of the night, I looked out the window and still didn't think I saw much happening. But somehow, sometime, I guess when I wasn't looking, a foot of snow fell. Another foot of snow fell. I mean really. Holy crap.

So no brunch, no mimosas, no pot of chili or soup today. But I am also happy to report that there were no bells signalling what I should do, no attitude problems, no unmotivated students, no copier jams, no insulting emails wrought with errors from my principal. I was happy to be shoveling snow. A touch pathetic I suppose.

One more day until the weekend, till the party I am dreading. I don't like my brother-in-law's family much, and I hate playing along with the farce, so really? I'd rather shovel snow or be in school than be there Saturday afternoon.

Have a great weekend slumber party! Love you,
Barb