I like my house. It's my favorite house Jim and I have ever lived in. I know how very blessed I am to have a cozy little home when some people do not. But ya know what? This still does not mean I want to be in my beloved house all day long. Which is what the sadistic radio announcers and anchorpeople want us to do because the roads are "treacherous". So, we've been snowed in.
Yesterday, mercifully, my girlfriend who lives a hop, skip, and a snowbank away invited us over. I bundled up the girlies, made sure their car seat belts were snug, and double checked that I was wearing pretty underwear juuuuust in case a (handsome?) doctor had to cut them off my unconscious body. As you know, I don't drive faster than 25 mph in the winter so of course we made it there safe and sound- underwear fully in tact. Once the girls had thoroughly trashed her house it was back home. For the rest of the day.
This is what I'm getting at, my bloggy friends: what do you do with your kiddos when you're trapped in your house? How do you keep a shred of sanity? This is surely just the first of many icy days in Michigan this winter so I need your help!
In return, I give you this funny commercial complete with Christmasy soundtrack: