Snowmageddon 2016

Day 8 of the Snow of 2016.  Everybody slams my county for being out so much for snow, but DANG, people, my driveway still has ice.  You should see Rachel's YARD!!!!

Anyhoo,  on Day 8, I have left the house (wearing a bra and lipstick) exactly two times

- once in a 4-wheel drive driven by hubby because he could see in my eyes that I was slowly going mad and needing a Cracker Barrel fix.

- once in my car…….. JUST BECAUSE!!!

That’s twice in 8 days.

I’ve also left the house (sans bra but still wearing lipstick!!!  Yes, I listened, Granny Jean!) a few times to venture to the mailbox and to retrieve the paper from  whatever snowbank in which she decided to sling it!!!!! 

I’ve also done the following:

1.  Netflixed - up to season 3 of 5 of a show from the 80’s that I have always LOVED, but if I tell you what it is, you will have confirmation of just how strange I am  Out of curiosity, comment what show it is below.  Not you, Billy.  You already know how weird I am. 

2.  Cooked.  See previous blog post.  Awaiting Heidi's seal of approval using stuffing instead of breadcrumbs which is TOTALLY needed!!!

3.  ATE the cooking.

4.  Washed my hair exactly three times.  In 8 days. 

  

5.  Private messaged and/or Snapchatted Annalisa and Shana inappropriate shenanigans going on!!!!

6.   READ and READ and READ and READ !!!

Here’s the current book.  

I’m on page 65 and completely hooked.  I’ve already done the following…

1.  Googled Mr. Vancey to see his other works.

2.  Added all his books to my handy little “BOOKS” list on my notepad in my iPhone.

3.  Made those little deals with myself such as…….

If I get up and clean the kitchen cabinets with Murphy’s Oil Soap, I will allow myself a steaming cup of coffee, my blankey, my two useless dogs at my feet, and 30 minutes of reading.  Ok, more like 60.

If I get up and shower and change into clean clothes, I will allow myself a hot cup of tea, 5 (or 14) pretzels filled with p-nut butter, my blankey, my two worthless dogs at my feet, and 30 minutes of reading.   Yeah, 30, right. 

You get the picture.  I’m loving this book even though it’s not my usual type of book.  I think it has to do with the fact that I became a Walking Dead fanatic because my teenage son thought I was so lame for not watching it, so I binge-watched it on Netflix until I got caught up, and now the teenage son thinks I’m so lame because “NOBODY watches that show anymore, mom.”

  Come on ladies, draw out that mooooooommmmmm just like a teenager does!!!

So, Faye, suck it up, buttercup, and venture out to the "Aliens-Taking-Over-The-Earth which freakin better wait because I still don't have my underground shelter stocked up" kind of book!!!!!!!

Anyway, back to to Mr. Vancey.   I’m also praying that he decided to leave out sex, drugs, and rock-n-roll enough that I can share it with my 

RylanMattKyraAbbieRenJustyn readers at school.  Please be semi-age appropriate, Mr. Vancey!!!  Even though the first word in The Martian was a big old “F” bomb, I hope to share this one with my reading buddies as well.

Maybe on Day 9?