When the Snow Comes In...

...the sanity goes out.

I'm squirrely. My husband's squirrely.

It's been 2 days since it snowed and I am starting to reallllllllly understand "The Shining" for the first time.

He's actually out back playing drums in a frozen shed behind our house, just to get away. Away from the cabin fever. Away from the boredom. This is his second trip out there today and it's only a little past noon. He's wearing a hat, coat, 3 layers and gloves and banging on things.

I wish I could bang on things.

Ha.

It's really not THAT bad. I work from home anyway, so the last two days have been pretty normal for me. But the knowing I can't go out and get ANYTHING. NOTHING. NADA. ZILCH. is really starting to take its toll.

I took a cue from MBeebe and her blog on Insomnia on a Snowy Moonlit Alabama Night and decided to make my hubby go on a wintry moonlit stroll with our dog last night. Only we couldn't walk across our street because the pavement was one sheet of ice and we were slipping and sliding all over the place. So we stayed on our side of the street. Not as romantic as her night of playing in a field with her family and friends. But it WAS pretty out.

Here's me with our dog Annie Oakley. Yes, I am wearing a dorky hat and my pajamas.

This is how weird the snow was...it was like ice on top of snow and made these LOUD crunch noises and big breaks in like glass. My puppy no likey.

And finally, this is a weird jumper thingy my husband thinks is cool and that he likes to wear when it snows. No judgments please.

My next attempt at going outside will involve 2 tennis rackets on my boots (homemade snow shoes) and a 1/2 mile walk down to the Wal-Mart that's open. Just like the pioneers did!
 

Happy snow day southland. Hopefully the sun will melt some of this away and restore my sanity.