I was settled in quite comfortably last night. Mom and I were watching this past Sunday's episode of "Worst Cooks in America" when the lights popped off. Maybe half a minute later, everything came back on and, while we waited for the cable box to reboot, I set clocks and the answering machine, ensured that the computer was turned off and then resettled.
About an hour later, we were enjoying the most recent episode of "Switched at Birth" and the lights popped out again. This time, when the power came back on, I didn't bother setting clocks. The computer was already off, so we chatted while the cable rebooted once again and then carried on.
When we headed to bed, I was sure to set the alarm clock on my cell phone just in case we lost power again during the night and our clocks - and alarms - were wiped out. I jolted awake to the cell alarm at 5:45 and saw that everything was still in working order, so I rolled over and went back to sleep until my alarm was set to go off at 6:21. (Yes, 6:21 precisely. I'm odd, I know!) (Not that I get up then, mind you. I hit the nine-minute snooze and get up at 6:30.) (Well, maybe I hit snooze again and get up at 6:39. Don't judge me!) At any rate, the point is, before my alarm had a chance to sound for the first time, my phone rang.
I don't care how old you are or how much you may love your job, the words SNOW DAY inspire joy, giddiness, and very unladylike bouncing in bed. I turned off the alarm, said a prayer of thanks for the snow day, and settled back into my pillows and blankets. Of course, my sleeping in wasn't meant to be, because the doctor's office called and then the oil company came with a tank fill, so I just got up.
Having breakfasted and thrown on clothes, I went out to play in the snow. And was greeted with a jaw-dropping surprise: the evergreen bush next to my garage had taken on mounds of wet heavy snow and was now sprawled out to encompass the area across more than half of my two-and-a-half car garage. Of course, my car was safely nestled behind said sprawled bush. I burst out laughing and set about the task of trying to relieve some of the snow pressure and free up the driveway.
Well, let me tell you this: I am a lucky, lucky girl. As I was working and shoveling and rocking and shaking bush branches, one of the guys from MJR Services pulls into my driveway. I swear, I heard a choir of angels singing. (Really!) He graciously set to work, and I heard the evergreen bush sigh in relief, knowing it was in the hands of a professional, and, a short time later, the bush was back to it's original shape and position, my garage was freed, and my driveway plowed and clear.
What? I shoveled the back sidewalk! Look, I know it: I'm spoiled and lucky to have a plowing service that takes care of the big work. It's a luxury I refuse to give up! (They clean my gutters for me, too, so I don't have to do that unsavory task. See? Spoiled.)
At any rate, it's a snow day, I'm blogging, and reading, and playing ChefVille on Facebook. How are you all spending your snowy Wednesday? Anyone else have a snow day from work?
P.S. Isn't my hat adorable?! A good friend of mine has an Etsy shop - Coastal Fibercrafts - you should check her stuff out!