Baha! If only.
Instead, I arrived home and spent 5 minutes in the cold poking at my windshield wipers (which now need replacing after this mornings traumatic snow/ice/holy-shit-batman-it's-only-9 degrees-out-and-my-wipers-are-effin-ICED-to-the-windshield-and-now-have-flapping-pieces-of-rubber-at-the-end hoopla). In addition to that gloveless, holy crap I wonder if I have frost-bite fiasco, I walked in the front door and discovered our internet router pretty much crapped the bed, Mom needed help cooking an 80 course-clean-all-this-leftover-shit-out-of-our-refrigerator meal, and my all day long headache was throbbing as if the first course of supper had been announced by thumping me over the head with a colossal Chinese gong.
Aaaah. But thus is life.
And so, here I am, sitting on my bed at 10:45 at night (hubby has temporarily fixed the internet and Ibuprofen has temporarily tamed the throbbing) taking this "Christmas post" time to sporadically moan about today's mishaps and
get excited brag about a ginormous snow-storm that is barreling towards Vermont and the entire North East. Work has already been cancelled for tomorrow (boom-chicka-wow-wow) and the snow-loving-butterflies in my stomach flutter as I prepare to take advantage of the 16 inches of snow we're supposed to get (yes, you read that correctly. Nearly a foot and a half of snow. I love). Tomorrow I plan to sleep in, build snowmen, go sledding, have snowball fights and sip mug after mug of piping hot chocolate. For now, I'm abandoning all of my adult-like duties. For now, I'm going to party like it's a snow-day in 1999.
Previously scheduled Christmas posts will resume after the snow has been cleared.
Stay tuned, friends. Stay tuned.