Get. Me. Out. Of. This. House. Those were my instructions to Dustin last Friday. So he did, and KJ and I sat at the bank. Hey, at least it was a different set of walls to see. That was day four of our snow vacation. You all know I don't like to be cooped up in the house. If you missed it, you can catch it here. And here. And a brief change of heart I had here. These snow "storms" were nothing compared to what we are going through now. NOTHING.
Last Tuesday it started coming down and 14" later it finally stopped. We couldn't even dream of getting out since our new 4 wheel drive vehicle is being held hostage at a dealership in warm and balmy Houston, Texas. So, here I sat. All day Tuesday, all day Wednesday, all day Thursday, and half of the day on Friday until Dustin got his orders to break us free from our prison. Of course, as we drove into town the snow started falling again. Luckily, we dodged a bullet on Sunday, but more "accumulating" snow (to the tune of 4-10") is in our forecast in the next couple of days.
Thanks to a little thawing and some great friends, I've broken free the last couple of days, but since the truck is still useless, I'm stuck for, what looks like, the rest of this week.
We aren't made for this! Our Wal-Mart is completely bare of eggs, milk, bread, fruit and meat. I've never been more thankful for my stockpile of groceries and the fact that I have been stashing away freezer meals for the last month. Thanks to Dustin and our neighbor, Bruce, for running to Walgreens to snatch up a new gallon of milk for each family this weekend, it looks like we'll make it without even feeling the pinch on the grocery end of things.
Now, my mental health? That is another subject all together. The good news is that Saturday the high here is in the 50's. Ahhh. A light.
Oh, and I'm not the only one. Check out my friend Megan's take on the storm here.