Things always seem different under the cover of darkness. Just before I went to bed this morning I looked out the window and beheld a beautiful sight. Snow everywhere, draped on trees, daintily piled on top of mailboxes and fence posts. There was total silence - peaceful and serene. Truly beautiful..

Enter daylight and the reality it brings. Everything, and I mean EVERYTHING is buried. Not dusted, not covered, but BURIED in 32 freakin' inches of snow! I can no longer wax poetic. This is not funny anymore. Okay, so it never really was funny, but I had been trying to keep my sense of humor about the whole thing. Not anymore.

How in the hell am I going to get out of my house? My kitchen door won't open. My living room door will open if both me and the 60lb gorilla that is posing as a dog shove against it. Fortunately (ha!) there is a 20-foot snow drift against the back of my house, so if I grabbed a serving tray I could slide my way to the ground.

If I were a kid, this would all be cool and exciting and I would have been outside hours ago shouting praises to the heavens for large snowfalls and school cancellations. My friends and I would have built two snow forts, complete with snowmen sentinels. We would have had the mother of all snowball fights, inbetween taking turns on a gigantic intertube. It would have been a childhood paradise.

Now all I can think about is the fact that we are trapped in a house with less than a week's worth of food (I was supposed to go shopping yesterday), and my boss is jacked that I'm not there. Oh, and let's not forget that sometime today I have to dig my way out of here, or at least try to.

How quickly the peacefulness of night turns to the ugly reality of day.
- posted by Kim @ 12:58 PM