Tuesday, February 1, 2011
If I look out my window, all I see is white. I feel like cooking a whole bunch of comfort food and playing scrabble--because that is what I know is going on at my parents' house. But, alas, I'm snowed in by my lonesome so it seems silly to make large quantities of chili and chicken noodle soup, and it really seems silly to play scrabble. Instead I'm snacking on apples and peanut butter which is much less than comforting.
I just went down to chat with the concierge downstairs (since we became BFF after the toilet plunging incident) but he didn't come in today because of the "historic blizzard." Option B was to get in the bath with a magazine....except the mailman is withholding all of my mail in protest of my marriage. Option C is looking very similar to last night's "ooops I killed our house plants pitty party." Trashy tv and a beverage of choice.
Anyone who has a jeep or a snow plow: I am begging you to come over and keep me company!