Thar She Blows!

Here it comes! Apparently it is the snow storm of the century and I am sitting in the middle of it. So I put my seashells from our beach trip to North Carolina on my mantel to remind me that I was once warm. And I will be warm yet again, after this awful winter blows over.  Outside that window it is already heavily accumulating, and the actual blizzard is not even here yet. I will let you know just exactly what "blizzard" entails over the next 24 hours.

I ran out to grab some vitals this morning, things like frozen pizza, a new vase, and some gasoline. You know, all those things you can't live without in a snow storm. I did see some pretty funny storm scenarios already being acted out. Turns out that those income tax places that have the dancing Statue of Liberty guy out on the curb don't call him in, even when record breaking snow is falling.

There he was, bouncing and waving, when a big plow truck came barreling down on him with a shovel full of wet, dirty snow. I smiled as he ran for his life and dramatically acted out his relief at escaping the avalanche. He almost made me want to stop and have my taxes done by his establishment. That is job loyalty!

So we will wait it out, dreaming of white beaches, instead of white outs. It all makes me grateful for my snug home, with a furnace, oven, children, husband, down comforters, and a mantel for my shells.