|large, awkward head, but foam nonetheless.|
And then we got seven inches of snow on Thursday. Friday was spent playing with our new snow blower. Love. I love the snow blower. The snow blower was my valentine. I also ate a shit ton of chocolate and mauled a burger the size of my face at Red Robin. But no barn.
|i did make a snowman. does that count as productive?|
Today, I woke up to two more inches of snow on my car and the snow coming down in earnest.
SO. OVER. IT.
Hubby did ask if I wanted him to take me to the barn despite the snow. I was like, "Heck yes! ....But not if we're going to die." So we played with dogs for awhile, and the snow finally seemed to slow.
We only live ten miles from the barn, and we'd probably traveled about eight of those miles before we slid off the road. After ten minutes of getting nowhere, one of Hubby's customer's appeared over the top of the hill like a fucking miraculous mirage equipped with a snow shovel and chain. He pulled us out and we carried on. We logged another mile before stopping to pull someone else out ourselves.
|is that the road, or someone's field? who knows!|
At that point, even though we were this close to the barn, we were all, "Fuck it." and turned around. Of course, as soon as we got home the snow stopped falling. But we gained another four or five inches on top of the thirteen we already had from this week.
Did I say that already?!
Hopefully I'll be able to make it to the barn tomorrow. In the meantime, I'll be making up for my lack of saddle time by working out at home.
With Lucky Charms marshmallows on hand.
|they're magically delicious.|