Buried. Send Help. And Paxil.

At the risk of repeating myself...it's snowing. A lot. And I hate it. Yes, it's New England. I know I wanted seasons (which are, apparently, overrated), but this is overkill. Each week another 10-18 inches barrels down on us. There is no warmth to encourage melting...there is nowhere else to pile the snow. You take your life in your hands when you pull into each intersection, inching forward ever so slowly in attempt to see around the 8 foot piles on each corner. Winter wonderland my arse.

My current goal involves moving somewhere tropical and living in a yurt. Who's in?

Our backyard before the last 20 inches.


Driveway at the same time...

We've spent the last couple of weekends up in NH visiting Daun, Alyssa and the goats. Arden continues to be a huge goat fan. And, as it turns out, Annie is a big fan for Arden.

Gabby

With George and Evie...the favorites

George....

...and Arden....

A love story

Ouch

Well, the tv weather folks were right to get excited this time....we had a whopper for a storm. We prepared last night, on the off chance this wasn't one of their normal ohmygodblizzard exaggerations. We bought new flashlights, hot cocoa makings and popcorn....necessities, you see. And, sometime in the middle of the night, Mother Nature started to dump inch after inch of snow on New England. Continue she would, until about 7pm this evening.

We are both lucky to have jobs that can be managed from home. Arden's school was closed, though we wouldn't have ventured out regardless. So a snow day it was, one that involved alternating conference calls and snow clearing.

I think final count for our neck of the woods is around 20 inches. I spent about 4 quality hours with the snowblower and shovel and managed to get us uncovered. Said activity has left me in agony. At least I burned some calories! Now we just await the morning ... and hope against hope that the plows don't come and plow us back in tonight. If they do, I very well might cry.

A glance at our day...