Happy hump day, my friends! What a cold/snowy week it has been so far. Did I mention cold?
Let’s start by recapping the weekend. I know I am a little late this week, but snow and cold really add time to the everyday routine.
Here’s the short version – it was freezing cold, we braved the elements, I discovered the value of wax paper, and we did a lot of shoveling.
And now the long version:
This beautiful display of chocolate dipped fruit and pretzels had to be painstakingly scraped off of this plate because I didn’t use wax paper, and it’s mostly the result of pure laziness. The good news though is that it still tasted great. So great that I
practically ate the whole thing myself.
This is a picture documenting a day in the life of someone with self-diagnosed Raynaud’s Disease. (It’s not life threatening or excruciatingly painful so I’ve managed to avoid a doctor). If I can go a day without losing circulation in a finger or toe it’s a miracle. I need to migrate somewhere warm (and probably stop googling and see a real doctor).
Friday on my way home I witnessed this debacle. I thought maybe school buses were immune to snow up until this point, but apparently nobody is safe!
After we shoveled ourselves in to the house on Friday evening after work, I cranked up the fireplace while making dinner and watching The Notebook. That’s when I glanced over and caught someone enjoying the heat wave. #busted
From there things only got colder. Saturday night we braved the elements and went out for a dinner date in Lewiston at a restaurant called Casa Antica. Lewiston is such a neat place, and this restaurant is phenomenal. I’ve raved about it before for Kris’ birthday dinner.
When we woke up on Sunday morning it was -17 degrees. So extreme precautions were taken:
She’s such a good sport (most of the time).
Have you ever self-diagnosed based on an internet search?
What’s the coldest temp you’ve experienced so far this winter?