In case you haven’t heard, the winter powers-that-be determined that Saturday would be a fine day to dump 5 years’ worth of snow on the DC area. I believe our total is between 18″ -- 19″ of snow, and some areas are worse. Its crazy, like mountains of shoveled snow perfect for snow forts like I used to make back when I lived in Cleveland, after it had been snowing for months… not just a day.

We are pretty much shoveled out, thanks to The Husband’s determination and insanity, and all that stops me from leaving my house right now is that fact that they closed our schools today and tomorrow, so everyone is going to be out right now, and I don’t have the patience to deal with my own children, much less other kids and their just-as-unhappy-about-school-cancellation parents. We’ll get out eventually, I’m sure. I already feel the creeping sensation of cabin fever crawling up my spine.

Look at it this way: we have 15 days of family bonding. Save me. They closed our schools on Saturday save me (that’s two days before school would have been open) as I was finishing up the last of my homemade holiday teacher presents. So, now, I’m surviving on toffee, cheese straws save me and chocolate pretzel sandwiches, Kahlua and coffee. And champagne. I figure, why not celebrate this chance to reconnect save me with my family by remaining drunk for the next 15 days? It works for so many others save me out there.

Talker was supposed to fly to Arkansas on Saturday, and that didn’t happen. I spent much of Saturday cringing at being served with papers over Talker not being allowed his visitation and I was kind of shocked when his bio-dad said he was concerned about the safety of the drive AND rescheduled the flight twice. Maybe a decade does mellow a person, but I’m not holding my breath.

Fifteen days of drinking family fun save me await me. I wonder just how creative I can get with hiding my save me booze. Talker, for the record, flies out on Tuesday so all is well with the world. Festivus begins next Monday, with the annual “Opening of the Cack” celebration. Y’all should come save me, just BYOB save me.

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