snow day!

So, snow. Where Phrodaux and Fairy Queen live, snow is a rare commodity. Last storm with noticeable snow was what, 2009? 2008? This is not a place with a ton of snow plows, not a region where we salt the roads, not the land of adept bad weather drivers. In the midst of the SNOWMAGEDDON weather reports there will always be some beleaguered city official, in hour 29 of his/her shift, pleading into the camera: If you don't have to drive, please stay home. 

Well. Until this morning, the forecast said super cold Thursday/Friday, maybe a little snow on Saturday. It started snowing at 10 or so Thursday morning and didn't stop until after 6. Somewhere in there, Mo met snow:

Yes, it is puppy crack. Nubie is not amused, completely forgetting his own puppy runs around Odin back in the day.

But I digress. Let's work through this day.
Exhibit A: Class Meeting, 9:15 a.m. FQ: Yes, it might snow. No, we won't go home early. We NEVER leave school early. It's too complicated to get everyone home. 

Exhibit B: Literacy, 10:00 a.m. Teacher! It's snowing! Yes, it is. And yet we have work to do. Do it.

Exhibit C: Break, 11:05 a.m. Fairy Queen buzz-kills some random nine-year-olds trying to make snow angels out of the dusting on the concrete. Quit it. You'll be wet all day. We have work to do.

Exhibit D: FQ TEACHES MATH DESPITE SNOW. Teaches the #$#($*&( Distributive Property of Multiplication (look it up) despite snow. We are getting work done. On the way to lunch, the grapevine says we're going home 2 hours early. What? What the what? We NEVER go home early.

And yet, today, we did.

On the road at 1:40, FQ curses other drivers who think big trucks make them invincible, blesses her beloved Subaru, and says many prayers to get home safely. Which she does. To find a house full of Phrodaux and cracked-up puppies and resigned Nubies and time.

But wait a minute, there was going to be something in here about shoes.

For some reason the FQ chose today to attempt to dress like a grown up. Thrift store fancy pants, Nordstrom Rack fancy sweater, shoes without laces.

NOT snowy drive home clothes. One quick change in the bathroom later, she was more ready, with jeans + these:

Better, but not as good as these, which she forgot she owned until hours later:

Luckily, these beauties were unearthed in time for PH's & my epic trek through the blizzard to the cruddy grocery store nearby for snow day supplies. Because of course, my friends, there are rules for snow days! Didn't you know? There are rules for everything.

Rule 1: Sleep in. Wake up when your alarm is supposed to go off, check the time, go back to sleep. Extra credit for the smug look on your face.

Rule 2: Drink extra coffee.

Rule 3: Frolic with dogs. Mo is onboard with this one.

Rule 4: Bake. It makes the house smell nice. {Note to self: Neither 7-11 nor the Super Mercado carry butter or plain yogurt, you have to walk the mile to the actual though lousy grocery store}

Rule 5: Cook something complicated. Come on, it's not like you're going anywhere. Really. You're not leaving the house for a fancy-pants meal or even take out because that nice person on TV said Please don't drive and it's too scary anyway. And also, it's 19 degrees out. No pad thai to go is worth 19 degrees.

Rule 6: Take a nap. Maybe two. Remember, you're not going anywhere. Pajamas all day...hmm. Maybe.

Well, pretties, time to get this snow interlude started. Stay warm and keep your paws dry.