This is what a two hour delay looks like in Central New York. However, that is not the important part of this picture. You see, I registered a complaint awhile back regarding a lack of attention given to our snowy driveway on a similar morning. When I voiced some concern this morning regarding any role I might have had to play in clearing the driveway, the husband muttered some sort of inquiry as to the forecast for tomorrow. Seriously? I am not sure that you can get a good sense of how deep the snow was, (and you certainly can't tell how heavy it was, so trust me) so keep in mind it was enough for school to be delayed. It was garbage day, as you can see, so apparently it was believed that we just needed a path for the trash can to wander down. Forget that we have a son who needed to get to the busstop, and the cleared path ended at the garbage (not the road). Our front walk is also under that fresh blanket. Suffice to say a better route was shoveled...and now my back hurts.
I shouldn't pick on the husband. After all, he did bring back this super awesome chocolate crocodile from Florida.
This just rubbed it in that he had ventured to warmer climates.
Hmmm...let's see what else is on the kitchen counter...I nagged my daughter for not wiggling her baby teeth more to get them out to accommodate her braces. After the dentist pulled them out, we saw why they were so stubborn. Yikes!
Speaking of the daughter, she brought home her Poop Quiz today! "Poop to Profits", a delightful romp about how to turn manure into money...
I didn't think things could get better until I saw the name of the company...Dairy Doo!
One more tidbit from my daughter this week. Do not try to claim her calzone as your own because, yes, it does have her name on it.
I don't want my son to feel left out, so here is something else that appeared on our counter...
As you can see, he clarified the labels on the items he brought in for chemistry class.
Let's not leave the kitchen yet, I decided to go with a turtle cheesecake as a consolation prize for our basketball family friends. It was hard to hand that one over, so I stopped by later to have a piece. (Hey Tina, thanks again for the pecans!)
I want to put an end to any thoughts you may have that my kitchen is some sort of organized and together kind of place. This is what was going on while I was making my first foray into flooding icing on cookies. (Flooding alright.)
Some color did make it onto the shamrocks...
and the counter, and the floor, and the...
Go visit this cookie and she what random she's got going on!