This is the most boring blog post I've ever compiled. I didn't leave my house today, & it stands to reason that I didn't do a single thing that would be of interest to you, my dear (though nowadays sparse) readership. Still, I've had at least a dozen out-of-town friends & relatives ask how I'm surviving the Great DC Blizzard of 2009 (otherwise known as #snowpocalypse, the worst word Twitter ever helped make famous), so I figured the very least I could do was to provide a photo montage of this beautiful snow day. (PS: At last check, fellow DC blogger Spleeness measured a whopping 16 inches of the fluffy stuff. Even the Ohioan in me is impressed!)
Without further adieu, my day went as follows.
I woke up (circa noon & on my living room couch) to this:
I didn't take (too much) shame in donning my most abhorred fashion trend, leggings as pants, for the majority of the day. Forgive my general bodily lumpiness, but this was the most comfortable decision I've ever made - though, rest assured, it's still not one I'll be carrying out in public:
I took it upon myself to create a delicious one-woman brunch of pre-mixed Bisquick pancakes, super-crispy bacon, Ore Ida square hash browns & super-weird-tasting pear yogurt, complete with syrup in a cute ramekin:
My roommate slaughtered me at Scrabble using words like "flux" on a Triple Word Score square when I was pulled crap like "zoot," which might not be a real word to anyone but the Brian Setzer Orchestra. Final score was indeterminable, as we quit before the game was actually over.
I whipped up two-dozen-plus cookies to take to the DC JCC on Monday as part of their holiday collection for... um... someone needier than me. I definitely don't need baked goods. For reinforcement, see leggings-as-pants photo. Anyway, sugar cookies! I can be domestic! Exclamation points!
Actvities that didn't make the photography cut including watching episodes of at least four different TV shows, washing three loads of laundry, and Swiffering the apartment a little. In all? A surprisingly productive day! And to top it off, my mom texted me a video of my neighbors caroling at their annual Christmas party this evening.
Still, a final note of consternation: Why do West Coasters insist upon thinking the rest of the country would prefer to be in their neck of the woods for the holidays? Your bragging of 75-degree weather doesn't tempt me in the least - Christmas cacti do not sound appealing & December isn't meant to be celebrated in flip flops. Give me snow any day, suckers, & quit it with your West Coast smugness.
And on a less cranky note - Happy Snow Day, DC! How did you celebrate?