Snow days always feel a little naughty. You’re supposed to be at work (or school), but instead you’re at home living in pjs instead. Or outside, sledding, building snowmen and things like that. So I took that as a jumping-off point to further other guilty behavior like eating dessert before dinner, barely getting up from the couch and spending way too much time on Pinterest and Stumbleupon than I care to admit.
That Friday night before I went to sleep, the streets were covered in a thin sheet of icy, wet snow. The next day, I woke up to the sounds of shovels scraping the concrete and immediately ran to the window. It was a winter wonderland of fluffy white powder.
The best kind of snow is pristine and untouched, so Bob and I headed out early morning to our favorite park in Astoria, where the snow would be just that. I find the act of sinking my boots into an area of untrodden snow to be strangely satisfying. I think that’s the little kid in me, just wanting to touch everything that’s beautiful.
After taking it all in, we continued on to a Saturday of grocery shopping, chores, eating leftovers and finishing off the last of our The Walking Dead marathon, just in time for the premiere last night. Seriously, can we talk about how much of a sociopath The Governor is? And while we’re on the subject, let’s discuss how cute Rick is with his scruffy facial hair and hardened bad-assness. I mean…
So what I’m basically saying is…snow days more often please!