As I believe I've mentioned a time or twelve, I've been under a travel ban at work since October, which meant I could only leave my home office one time per week.
I wouldn't necessarily consider myself an outgoing person, but being home alone, all day, four days a week was killing me. I am my own biggest fan and I was even getting tired of myself. The travel ban was lifted last Thursday, and because I felt like a free woman, I scheduled a meeting for 9:30 the next morning.
And the next morning, it snowed. The roads were just wet, but because I hate driving in any form of winter precipitation, I left two hours early to drive 30 miles.
This week, I had another morning meeting scheduled, and when I opened the door to leave I saw this outside.
I PANIC when I have to drive in actual snow, so I decided to turn on the news to check the weather and traffic. However, we canceled our cable this week, and the only channel we are currently getting is the local ABC affiliate in SARASOTA, FLORIDA. Well, according to Suncoast 7, the weather was just lovely. Not a snowflake in sight.
So I took eight thousand deep breaths, put on my big girl snow boots, and headed out. And I made it around the block before I turned right around and came home and waited an hour for everything to melt.
During the past few months, I have become a self-professed meal planning pro. And then Tuesday the wheels fell off and I realized I had no dinner plan. It was snowing outside, of course, which meant I was not venturing out to the grocery store for ingredients and had to work with what I had.
I employed the strategy of "If you put enough cheese on it, it will be delicious."
When Matt came home from work and asked what was for dinner, I actually said the words, "Tuesday Pantry Surprise."
At least it wasn't my other cleverly named go-to last minute option, a YOYO dinner.
You're On Your Own.
Matt usually wakes up at least an hour before I do. He kisses me goodbye, but he gets dressed in the pitch dark so as to not wake me because I am a girl who enjoys her sleep. This morning, because I had another early meeting (BACK TO THE REAL WORLD), we were up at the same time.
And at 6:15 in the morning, he carried on the most chipper conversation about how turkey lunch meat tastes better when it's "ruffled" on a sandwich as opposed to laying flat, just like chocolate milk tastes better when the chocolate is added after the milk is poured into the glass as opposed to before, and how he couldn't believe I've never tried Ovaltine.
You know what I think about at 6:15 in the morning? Where is my coffee and how hot can I get the shower?