Man, a couple of days of being snowed in and I am totally disoriented. Perhaps it's the constant gamecube warfare in the basement. Maybe the four snow-capped zombies I used to call Sons, wandering from room to room with a glass of OJ and a slice of frozen pizza.
Hubby made it to work this morning, though, even though the snow plow has not yet been by our street. So I guess there is hope for the future.
Lemme go wash another load of soggy socks.