This nifty little device projects the time and temperature in bright red up onto the ceiling over our bed. Because of that, I didn't get much sleep last night because I kept waking up every hour to check just how far the temperature had plunged since I last looked. We went from 28 degrees at 10:00 p.m. to 6 degrees when I woke at 6:00 a.m. It' s now one full freakin' degree colder than that.
We got a thin sun trying to assert its way through now, but I'm not fooled. Six fluffy inches now coat the driveway, with another foot expected before this thing blows out of here tomorrow. So I got myself a date with this bad boy in an hour or so:
That's what S.B. gets for leaving the lil' woman all alone. I get to enter his man cave and play with his toys. If I can remember how to work this thing. It's all Charlie Brown's parents to Moi.
Just in case y'all are wondering what I wear in the snow. And, yes, it ALL makes my ass look fat, so, no, there will be no further photos.
Not only are these Ice Trekkers awesome for running and hiking on hard packed snow, they'll also come in handy for when all this turns into an ice rink. Everyone should have a pair. Thirty-four bucks, REI.
Worry. Worry, worry, worry, worry. All this snow means mom's mind is not on treat time. Can't miss treat time. Better stick by to remind her. Treat time. Two hours. Treat time.