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Snow panic button
October 21, 2013 - Jennifer Brookens
So we're supposed to get our first little skiff of snow tonight or tomorrow. Which means everyone's hitting the store stocking up on winter supplies, along with stockpiling groceries like milk, bread and eggs.
Why does the threat of a snowstorm make people crave French toast?!
I know in a few hours I will be having a different kind of panic button hit, because my daughter is currently without snow boots. I know this little bit we are forecast to get will barely get past the soles of her tennis shoes, but I know I'm in for it... "Mom, I need new boots!" is the chorus I will hear after school as she tries to fire me up to go to Shopko, Walmart, wherever to get a pair of boots. Never mind the fact that last winter she left her old boots in her locker for nearly a month and trudged back and forth through the snow (when there was actual measurable snow, not just a dusting) in her tennis shoes. Didn't seem to bother her then.
The things that are making me panic are much bigger. Such as blocking the drafty windows (sealing them with the winter-proofing plastic doesn't work since both kids and cats have managed to rip those up in winters past) preparing for the "shame on you" land letters from the gas company for our old house using as much thermal units as a third world country, and the condemnation that is Minnesota winter when you're not an ice fisherman or snowmobiler.
I'm not ready. But then again, I never am. Pass the French toast.
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