This past week was full of crazy and I have discovered that when I need to slow down, my life makes me slow down. Most of the time this means I get a rotten cold. Today (and maybe tomorrow) it means that the greater Atlanta area gets a snow day.
We got approximately 5 inches of snow, but then it sleeted on top of that, and Atlanta has maybe 4 snow plows/salt trucks for the total metro area, so it won’t be cleared for a little bit. This constitutes an emergency known to locals as a “french toast” emergency. This is when the weather gets nuts, so the grocery stores sell out of bread, milk and eggs, because you never know when you’ll need to make french toast, and you can’t get to the store! Oh, no!
The husband makes his own bread and I’m lactose intolerant, so this means for us that we’re at home, hanging with the cats, and I’m wearing a bathrobe while I work on what work stuff I can from here (for the record, I’m also wearing pajamas, so no funny ideas).
Because the snow is covered with a glaze of ice, it’s very pretty:
The cats are really uninterested in the snow. They’re warm and happy on the bed:
And then Shwetika said I should go do snowy saree photos. I was going to wear a coat, but you couldn’t see the saree, so I put on a cardigan, auntie-style, and some swanky stylish duck boots:
And did a little boogie on the front walk:
The snow is crusty and powdery, not at all good for snowballs, but you could throw a little bit of this at someone, carefully:
The neighborhood kids have been having a blast sledding all day in the park across the street. I imagine there will be some hot chocolate for them sometimes this evening.
And the bushes sure are pretty:
It snowed here in Fort Worth but it didn’t stick 😦 so no snow day for me.
YOu can totally have one of my three. I don’t want them all.
You are hilarious. I call for more snowy saree photos!