Snow Day.

SO. After a warm, sunny and dry Winter, I plopped all the family's heavy jackets into the "Maybe someday I'll get around to it. Maybe" laundry pile. Silly me.

We got two feet of snow last Thursday. In one morning. It was AWESOME.

This was taken as the sun was rising and we'd gotten only a few inches of snow.

Being that Colorado worships snow so much that nobody plows, we had to hunker down for a day and a half until the snow melted off the streets.

Mr. Lemony and I braved the snow at 8:00 AM to load up on comforting snow day provisions. The kids were on Spring Break and are old enough to be left at home on their own. They slept in and had no idea we were gone.



I wore gloves for the first time all Winter. Except technically, it's Spring.

That blinding white light behind the grocery bags is the blizzard whiteout. One needs heavy duty shades all year around these parts.



I grilled cheese sandwiches for lunch. We dipped them in rich red soup. Inspired by the picture on the soup box, I topped the soup with whipped goat cheese and black beans. Mmmm mmmm good.



We snuggled under throws on the couch and watched DVD's. We relived some delightful BBC Peter Rabbit stories that we loved when the kids were little. We sang along with last year's biggest Bollywood hit. We adored the movie my daughter gave me for my birthday. And we thoroughly enjoyed some Dead Like Me. A fine time was had by all.



Ria stuck her snout in the snow.

We don't eat a lot of red meat but for Snow Day, we made an exception. I roasted this all day with root vegetables in the slow cooker. Comfort food defined.



We decided to get extra comfy and drink plenty of soothing wine. Colorado is quaint in that you have to buy anything stronger than standard beer at a liquor store. Shopping at said liquor store at 8:30 AM feels like going to a bar for breakfast. Completing the theme, I slipped in the snow and face planted in the booze shop's parking lot. Good thing Mr. Lemony was carrying the precious, breakable wine.



This has nothing to do with the story but I need to brag about my basil. Not only is it alive, but I saved it from the jaws of death. This is notable because I don't have a green thumb, I have a black thumb.

So now it's Tuesday and the snow is nearly GONE. We've been eating remorseful (yet delicious) salads to make up for Snow Day's calorie overload.

Now I am SO ready for the return of last week's pre-snow 75 degree weather.