My first task on the home front was to do a home made wintry weather window protectant application (HWWWPA). I suited up appropriately. I first tucked my grey jersey nightgown into my white fleece owl pajama pants which I in turn tucked into my Ugg boots. After securing my lower half, I worked to protect the upper regions by applying an Aggie sweatshirt, flannel shirt, yellow puffer vest, and coral scarf. This completed, I was ready to venture out.
Expert Winter Gear
Suited for the storm, I made my way across the apartment parking lot to do mechanical battle against the elements. You see, a few weeks prior, my windshield had been nicked by a rock throw up by another truck on my daily commute. In order to prevent the small nick from becoming an epic crack of doom, I set to the highly scientific method of repair Josh had instructed me on. With painstaking care, I wiped out the nick and the area around it with my Paper Towel of Science. After clearing the moisture, I applied a small square of my Turquoise Duct Tape of Power over the nick.
Fixed.
My mission complete, I headed back across the parking lot into which all my neighbors had suddenly flooded, obviously to check their car repair skills and winter wear against my own. I was, obviously, the best prepared.
Upon reaching my warm, cozy apartment, I was flooded with a feeling of power and decided to attempt a new baking recipe for treats. I wanted desperately to make Crack. Not the drug (thought the effects are similar) but the treat. Saltine crackers coated in chocolate, toffee, and most importantly, sprinkles. My sweet baby, Casper, tried to reason with me.
"Mom, you don't have to make treats."
"See, we already have these that your mom brought."
But I was certain these would be insufficient, so Casper settled back to watch me work. I carefully followed this excellent recipe, first introduced to me by my dealer, I mean, cousin, RC. The process went off without a hitch and in spite of Casper's doubt, I emerged victorious with flawless, delicious, and addicting Crack.
Note: in the span on one hour I have prevented and created crack.
Now feeling highly accomplished I decided to celebrate by pampering myself with a coconut hair oil treatment while I watched the brilliant film of our time, Star Trek Into Darkness.
Luxury in process.
After a few hours of pampering and cinematic bliss, I headed back into the kitchen with the intention of mystifying my husband with pizza rolls which I hoped would rival the glorious and heavenly Gumby's. While my pizza rolls were not Gumby-tastic, they were still pretty good and pleased the working man when he got home.
Basically, I discovered the best way to use a snow day is to do everything mildly messy, embarrassing, comfort inducing, or that the internet swore to you would work without having to answer to anyone but your cat. And let's be real, he licks himself and is scared of cars and the washing machine. He has no room to judge.
Happy Snow Day Deep South!
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