Well the theme of the last few days around here is snow. Emily was home on spring break last week and I took Friday off so that we could hang out. Unfortunately, we had a little morning snowstorm. If there is even a hint of winter precipitation in the air, I don't like to drive, but luckily the storm ended around lunchtime. Because Mother Nature is crazy and it was 60 degrees the day before, the roads were warm enough that the snow didn't even stick.
I picked Emily up and we went to Corner Bakery for lunch, and then decided to do some shopping at Primark. I decided that despite the snowy weather, I was in the mood for some springtime accessories and picked out this baseball cap and sunglasses for LESS THAN FOUR AMERICAN DOLLARS.
I tried them on and asked Em to take a photo discreetly, and she looked at me and said, "Well, there is NOTHING discreet about you right now."
We wandered to the shoe department and these caught my eye. "I might get a pair," I said to Emily, "aren't they cute?" "Well," she said, "they're...leopard." In Emily's terms that's a hard no, so I passed.
Instead I picked out a pair of sporty sneakers, and she said, "Well, there is no way your othotics will ever fit in those."
So, we walked over to the makeup section and I said I'd like to find a new lip gloss. "Ehh," Emily said, "lip gloss really isn't 'in' anymore."
The moral of this story is, if you want to simultaneously feel very old while not spending any money, go shopping with Emily.
Just when Friday's snow started to melt, we got hit with another storm Monday night.
There is nothing Matt likes more than a snowstorm. He tracked the radar all weekend long and kept me posted with periodic updates. He knows the names of all the radar models and throws around terms like the NAM and the Euro like he's Jim Cantore. When he got home on Monday evening, he walked straight to the big back window in the kitchen, looked out, and said, "Yep, there they are. Just as I expected."
"There what are?" I asked.
"The high level clouds I've been waiting for."
After dinner Matt did some snow prep, which involved bringing wood inside for the fireplace and using the word "rations" in conversation and without irony. He also did some work on the chicken coop that involved tarps, plywood, and a nail gun. We are officially those neighbors.
The meteorologists predicted a foot and a half of snow, and, true to form, we ended up with about 7 inches due to the snow "underperforming."
Whatever the storm's performance, I got a snow day out of it, and an out of town work trip was canceled, so I was a happy camper this week.
And now, I'm ready for spring.
I even have the appropriate accessories.