Went to bed last night and it was cold and windy. It had rained all day, but had finally decided to stop. It was just a cold December night.
This morning, Mr. A got up and was headed to get some tabs from Walmart for his Torts outline and then was going to spend a couple hours at Panera to study before meeting up with his study group. I groggily drug my butt out of bed and was thinking what I would do with yet another day off at home alone. And then Mr. A called me to the living room.
I walked out, bed headed, teeth unbrushed still, sleepy eyed and decided that if he was going to show me a bug, he was going to be in big trouble.
He opened the door to this:
So, I know they kept talking about a Midwest storm, but it wasn’t supposed to be here.
I had gotten on weather.com last week just to look and see if we would get hit, and STL was the most southern point of the storm path, at least according to the forecast maps. We were going to get rain and some super cold temperatures. Maybe a flurry overnight, but really nothing accumulating.
WRONG. So very wrong.
Mr. A had a foot deep snowdrift behind his car this morning.
I like to say that it’s because we put up our Christmas tree last night and a few decorations.
May not be a scientific cause, but a girl can dream, right?
The sad thing, I really wish I could go play in it. If I was back home, I would be going to Art Hill and screaming my head off in fear that I would be catapulted into the lake, even though it’s never happened. And then curing the whole way back up the hill. But too fun to pass up.
But the hubs has a final tomorrow, so I will be at home, sitting on the couch, watching Netflix, drinking hot spiced apple cider and praying that the snow keeps up and the mall decides to close tomorrow so I don’t have to go. If only….
How are you spending your snow day today?