Snowmaggedon arrives at our house, I react accordingly, by which I mean I pretty much sit on the couch the whole time

So, we had a huge snow storm here in MA this last weekend. I am notorious for doing stupid things in bad weather (see here for the amazing story of how I overcame my parents’ icy driveway and scared the bejeezus out of every resident squirrel nearby) but I stayed off the roads during this one. I did, however, lead Matt at one point to exclaim, “What the hell are you doing?” Me, “What do you mean?” “You’re dressed like a homeless person.” Granted, I was outside in my bathrobe, pajamas, snow boots and my wolf hat (see here for a photo said glorious hat) taking photos of the giant piles of snow. “Whatever.”


Still snowing…


They won’t be using their front door for a while… (also, the road is at the bottom of the photo. I know you’re thinking, “There’s a road there???”)


Totally worth being outside in my pjs, right?

This story reminded me of a lightning storm last year that was so intense that I decided to go outside during it. (Obviously.) There I stood on our tiny covered porch while buckets of water rushed over me, drenching me within seconds. It was raining so hard that I could barely see what was in front of me. Completely mesmerized by nature, I watched as a bolt of lightning struck down part of a tree pretty close by. Undeterred, I stood my ground, a giant maniacal grin plastered to my face. Even my breathing was affected by how hard the rain was coming down; I couldn’t catch a full one. Basically, I was hyperventilating. Somewhere behind me, I could faintly hear shouting coming from within the house. When I was good and ready to, I finally went back inside. “Sometimes it amazes me that you made it to 33.”

With the big 3-5 up next, I’m definitely going to be taking safety and precaution seriously. Yeah…that’s not going to happen. Who’s with me?

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