As you may have heard, the Northeast was just inundated with a winter blizzard that included record snowfall for some areas of Massachusetts. Luckily, my town received *only* somewhere in the area of 20-30 inches
|20-30 inches, but hey, who's counting.|
Now, some may assume that after a lifetime of dealing with blizzards, that Floppy Ammy would have some coping mechanisms in place to deal with these circumstances.
You would be Wrong.
I think I tried to hibernate away the reality of this storm. My actions could also be explained by a raging case of PMS. I am not proud of these actions, but the truth is that I survived the blizzard of 2015 by consuming an ENTIRE half gallon of Friendlies' Peanut Butter Cup Ice Cream in under 24 hours. And then napping/sleeping intermittently for about 19 of those Hours.
I did not shovel. I did not check on elderly neighbors. My only explanation for my unseemly behavior is that I truly think my body tried its best to hibernate until Spring.
|Wouldn't this make you want to hibernate too?|
In any case, it didn't work, and I re-emerged, blinking, into a sunny, snow covered world filled with kids sledding, neighbors shoveling, and people cleaning off cars.
I suggested a family walk, to get the blood flowing and so I could re-join the land of the living.
|Hubby & Puppy|
We frolicked a little in the snow, and I felt a little bit better about life.
|I am the Queen of the World (yes, that's a street sign)|
...Until I found out we're getting another 8-12 inches of snow on Monday. #FML