We had a snow day last week. A snow day in Tennessee, whether we get ¼ inch or two feet, means that everyone buys milk, eggs and bread in bulk and piles up on the sofa under 14 blankets with some hot chocolate and a nose spray to wait out the blizzard. No one and I mean NO ONE gets on the road.
This is what happens at my house on a snow day:
Text exchange between Jimmie and her neighbor, Luke.
Jimmie: Okay, Lucas. When can I go to work?
Luke: Hold on. Let me check the roads. (Can y’all tell he’s being snarky? I can tell he’s being snarky.)
Jimmie: Are you still at home?
Luke: Hell no. I left at 5:45. Made it in 25 minutes. Did 55 mph.
Jimmie: So you just basically called me a girl and a drama queen.
Luke: Yep. Get going.
Jimmie: God, I’m the best neighbor. You are so lucky to have me.
Luke: Yes I am. Good luck.
For the record, I made it work just fine. Had some French Toast for dinner. Was fabulous.
Love, Jimmie 