I've seen Fire and I've Seen Rain.
Seen sunny days that I thought would never end.
But lately, I'll I've seen is ice. And then to top it off, some snow. Granted the snow was much prettier than the ice. But don't be fooled, the ice was still there, under the pretty snow. Work and schools shut down for days. Like days and days. Some of the coldest weather we've had on record. And I've been housebound since Monday.
It's Saturday y'all. Saturday.
Cabin fever started to set in on Wednesday. Remember how I got all Laura Ingalls and traipsed to the store in the ice? Well, my adventure only took me so far. Friday I woke up to 8 inches of snow. And I looked. And I looked. And then I finally headed outside. Y'all, living alone gets boring. You have to make your own fun! I bundled up with the totes adorable flower pin that Lauren made for me. (she's sweet AND talented!) I took one of the cats with me. Don't call the SPCA just yet. He only thought he wanted outside. He got as far as the first step and high tailed it back inside.
I then decided to do what any sane Pink Girl would do and build a Snow Mountain. Every few hours I'd go outside and pile up some more snow. Sadly, this snow wasn't very wet and sticky. My mountain didn't grow very quickly. And, you know, it's just me and one tiny little shovel. Slow going. But it gave me something to do. I even went out late last night and shoveled in the moonlight. For reals.
Then I organized some cabinets. Ever doubt that I love pink? Notice the obscene amount of forks that we own. When I got married I was determined to have enough forks and dessert plates so that when we had parties, we didn't have to use paper plates or plastic folks. It was just a thing I had. And every time we've had a party, I've been delighted to bust out all the forks. They make me happy. Plus, I can go for weeks and not have to run the dishwashwer. That's me, eco friendly. We just can't even invite over 24 people or I'll have to dip into the smaller forks. I've got 24 of those too!
Something about being stuck at home makes me want to eat garbage. Well, that and I pretty much had to make do with what I had. A peek in the pantry revealed cake flour. I could do one of two things: make a cake or make biscuits. I chose biscuits. Y'all, I might lower myself to pop some cinnamon rolls out of a can. But let's face it, no self respecting Southerner will bake canned biscuits. Not when it's so easy to make them from scratch. Ooooh, they were good! I ate the entire pan while I watched Season One of "Say Yes to the Dress." I just love that show. I get so excited when they find just the right gown.