This storm was no joke. It basically snowed for at least 36 hours straight, and on Saturday the wind decided to come to town and kick things up a notch. Everyone is still digging out, and authorities have asked that people don’t drive on the road on Sunday and Monday, so that the plows can get their job done. I haven’t left the house since Friday morning–literally! Matt doesn’t want me walking out in it and risking a fall. Even when I delivered some orange cinnamon rolls to our neighbors, it was done from the safety of my doorway.
Despite being cooped up in the house all weekend, we still had quite a bit going on! I did our taxes, finished up laundry for Aida, and organized our guest room (because it basically became a dumping ground as we converted the office to a nursery). We also cooked up a storm: cinnamon rolls with orange icing, beer cheese chili, steaks and loaded baked potatoes (thanks to my brother and his girlfriend for that Christmas gift from Omaha Steaks), homemade hamburger buns to go with our cheesy chili westerns, and we even hosted brunch for our neighbors on Sunday.
All in all, it was a really great weekend. Being 38 weeks pregnant, I didn’t have to do any work outside, and I’m fortunate to have had a pantry stocked full of food, a roof over my head, and a working heat system. Oh, and these guys kind of made the weekend, just like they do every weekend:
I might be getting a little antsy now to get out and go to the store, especially because I want to pick up a few more things for my hospital bag so I can finish that and stick it in the car. Can’t believe that this darling girl is expected to arrive a week from Friday. Excuse me while I go have a panic attack over that.
How was your weekend? Tell me, east coast friends, how you survived Snowzilla!