Helloooo from the icy tundras of Tennessee!
Have I told you lately how much I hate winter?
Because I do…with a passion. Anything below 65 degrees Fahrenheit (18 Celsius) is winter in my book. Sorry I’m not sorry, but gone are the days of little Heather frolicking in the white fluffiness making snow angels and building snowmen. Give me back my summer dresses and flip flops…dammit!
Winter storm Octavia rolled in Sunday night while I was at work. Luckily, I heard about it before going in so I was able to hit the store for a few staple items for the week…
That is…everything but milk!
I couldn’t help but laugh (and snap a pic, of course) of the milk cooler at Publix. It kills me how people in the south hear the word “snow” and all of a sudden it’s a fucking SNOWPOCALYPSE (duh duh duhhhhh)!! Quick, hide your women and children! Fill up on gas! Buy all the perishables items?? 😯
The roads weren’t actually too bad on the way home. It probably helped that most of the idiots who can’t even drive in the rain hadn’t really made it out though. What really sucked was waiting for my windows to defrost while I froze my ass off in the car.
Obviously I had to make an executive decision on which windows got scraped and which did not. Everyone, say it with me now, “peeky holes for the win!”
After celebrating my successful drive home with one raging nap party, I awoke to see what the weatherman was calling eight to ten to twelve inches <- yeah, make sense of that! And this is only ONE of the examples of how men can’t freaking count. Yeah,uh huh, surrrrre it’s that big. Lol.
Let it be known that Tennessee snow isn’t really snow…just frozen crystals. It doesn’t clump together, it just lays there, eventually melts a little, and then turns into one giant sheet of ice!
So, if you’ll excuse me, I have blankets to crawl under, Netflix to watch, and many many mugs of hot stuff to drink for the rest of the week!
Are you one for snow-tivities or would you rather
watch from the inside?
