This weekend we had a blizzard. Not a mild dumping of snow, but an all-out, freezing cold blizzard of apocalyptic proportions. The roads are so drifted over that you don’t even know if you’re actually on the road or not. If you shovel the sidewalk, chances are that you’ll be shoveling it again in an hour, so you wonder why you shoveled it in the first place. It’s best to just wait it out and do it only once.
There is nowhere I need to go. There is nothing I need to be doing. So I’ve declared it to be a snow day! Snow days are for wearing your pajamas from morning to night, and back to morning again. Showering is optional on snow days, but if you choose to shower, clean pajamas are the preferred clothing option for the balance of the day.
Snow days are for curling up on the couch with a cup of hot chocolate, a bag of potato chips, and a movie marathon like The Bourne Identity, The Bourne Supremacy, The Bourne Ultimatum, and The Bourne Legacy. There is no one I’d rather spend a snow day with than Matt Damon. Snow days are for doing nothing at all. No laundry, no taking down Christmas decorations, no changing sheets, and no washing floors is permitted on a snow day.
Snow days are for eating whatever you want, whenever you want to eat it. There is no schedule, there is no right and wrong, there is no clock on the wall. If you want grilled cheese at 3:00 in the afternoon and scrambled eggs at 7:00, then that’s OK. If you want hot spinach dip for supper, then go for it. I’m not going to stop you. It’s a snow day!
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