After I told him that no, that's not a topic I've ever pondered, he said, "With water-less oceans, we would be living on giant mountains. And mountains are like the goosebumps of Mother Earth."
Basically what I'm saying is we have been snowed in long enough.
All last week the weather reports called for a big storm Friday and Saturday, but since the meteorologists cried blizzard one too many times last year only to see storms that "significantly under-performed" and had "high bust potential," I figured we'd get ten inches tops.
However, I did go to the grocery store on Friday just to see how crazy it was, and also because Matt had texted me that morning that he'd run into the store before work to secure milk, and he left it in his truck which he'd parked in the grocery store parking lot. I went to get the milk out of his car and discovered he'd purchased two big gallons of top of the line organic milk.
Well. There is a man who bought into the hype.
I also purchased the blizzard necessities while I was at the store, which was experiencing Thanksgiving busyness times ten, including the following items that made complete sense to me while I was shopping but didn't quite make as much sense once I got home: cottage cheese, a jar of gravy, trail mix, a pack of chicken breasts, three Asian pears, a giant bag of broccoli, and syrup. With the exception of the chicken and the broccoli, we don't eat any of those items on a regular basis. But if we wanted them during the BLIZZARD OF 2016, we'd have them.
And could wash them down with a glass of organic milk.
The snow started falling on Friday evening and didn't let up for 26 hours, leaving us with a final total of about 25 inches. Matt could hardly sleep on Friday night and when we woke up he bounded down to the kitchen to make his Famous Snow Day Breakfast which included chocolate chip pancakes, eggs, and bacon.
It was cold and windy and we spent the day alternating between trying to keep up with the snow removal and lounging on the couch watching wall to wall snow coverage which is my favorite thing to do. Nothing beats ten hours of watching poor news reporters stand in desolate intersections, sticking their rulers in snow drifts and interviewing snow plow drivers and the occasional gas station customer. I love it.
I also read, sewed, and drank more mugs of coffee and tea than I could count.
We also decided to roast a turkey and make a complete Thanksgiving dinner, so it's a good thing I picked up that gravy on Friday.
The snow was over when we woke up this morning, so Matt made eggs (in a heart) for breakfast and we cleared the driveway one last time.
Then we made a run to Walmart for salt because we didn't have any, which was a ROOKIE HOMEOWNER MISTAKE. But the power was out at Walmart and Lowe's was out of salt, so we came back home to continue relaxing.
I just found out that my meetings for tomorrow are canceled, so it looks like another day at home for me.
I just wish that meant another delicious breakfast.
But I can have milk. And cottage cheese.