Snow Day reprise
No school again today, Thursday*. 25 inches of snow.
I cooked. Eggnog pancakes. They were the shit.
I ran. My arch nemesis. And “abbed.”
I read. New blogs to follow.
The Mistress of Horror: An anonymous “mistress” who reviews and blogs horror films. Quite well, might I add. She and I will be close blog friends, I’m sure of it.
Soul From My Soles: A runner with a future in marathoning.
Zipbag of Bones: The hilarious musings of unpublished novelist, Cat.
I baked. Again. K’s favorite, Snickerdoodles.
*We ONLY get 2 alloted snow days each school year! Now what?! What if we get dumped on again in January? Or March? I don’t want to make up these days in June!
TWO snow days??? WTF? We get five here.
I’m salivating just looking at your snickerdoodles. Which Glaven will somehow construe to mean something REALLY dirty, but I’ll take that chance.
I guess we’re expected to put our lives at risk and drive through it. You get 5?! Are you in Canada?!
When DOESN’T Glaven construe things to mean something REALLY dirty? It’s how he rolls. It’s what makes the blog world go round. We expect it now. Can you imagine what it would be like if he were actually civilized?!
Snickerdoodles are my favorite too, AHEM.
And…I’ve got nothing else. This snow shit has soured my mood and made me desperately humorless.
I’m sour now too. 2 days of this. Ugh.
Now we can push buttons, turn dials, drink drink, AND make Snickerdoodles when we get together! The fun just won’t stop!
I’m sure my work will shut down more this year and call them “unpaid snow-days”. Joy.
Unpaid snow days?! Does it even snow where you are? Haha!
Oh my god. Snow and pancakes? Life is just not fair. We’re stuck with this disgusting 70 degree crap and all I see over Facebook is photos of everyone back home dancing around in the snow. Enjoy it for me, please.
It was enjoyed. And then, in typical CO fashion, it melted just as quickly. No more dancing, and no more pancakes. Wait, I lie. On both accounts.
I’m not in Canadia, but close enough. Like if Sarah Palin lived where I live, she’d definitely see Kanadian Keef from her backyard. And she’d close the curtains, because he’d be plaintively whimpering for her snickerdoodles.
And maybe even her eggnog pancakes. But, did you know she was a runner? Featured in an RW. Probably gets her long runs in by running to Russia…or Canadia.