Last night, I was quite convinced that they were blowing this blizzard thing completely out of proportion. I was fully prepared to spend my snow day going to the gym, maybe catching a movie, making the most of it. I was quite surprised to wake up and discover they were actually pretty on target with the forecast! Snowpocalypse it is.
I feel like the pictures really don’t do it justice. My get out and enjoy the day off plans were thwarted, partly because the gym and the movie theater are closed, but also because the plow hasn’t come to clean out the driveway so I can’t get out (and it’s not really one I could easily shovel my way out). So, low key it is.
I was so excited for this morning’s breakfast: overnight oats in a jar. I love reaching the end of a jar of peanut butter just for this very reason! I used 1/3 cup each of almond milk, vanilla Chobani, and rolled oats. I added a spoonful of chia seeds, and of course the couple tablespoons of peanut butter stuck in the jar!
Nom nom nom. It was the perfect snow day breakfast!
adventure for the day.
So, after I had breakfast, I went out to try and shovel a bit. Although they have a plow service for their driveway, up by the doors, the drifts were huge! (And the plow doesn’t come up that close to the house, so I’d have to do it anyways.) The drifts wouldn’t be so bad if it weren’t for the fact that when the dogs come inside they knock lots of the snow inside.
As soon as I shut the door on my way out, I realized the errors of my ways: I locked myself out….with both the key they had given me, the spare key, and my cell phone inside. I shoveled a bit trying to think through my options and after searching around for another spare key (no luck), I was tempted to break a window.
Before I took that extreme, I walked over to the neighbor first, to see if they had a key. (Keep in mind that I had yet to really do much with my hair or brush my teeth, so I was looking quite lovely!) The first house I went to, I struck out. They got me the number for a locksmith, but they didn’t have anyone available for another couple of hours. Next step, call the neighbors on the other side. Praise the Lord, they had a key that worked!!! It was about 45 minutes of panic, but ultimately a happy ending!
As soon as I got inside, I grabbed the spare key and put it right back where it belongs. Crisis over! And with that, I fully intend to not leave the house again the rest of the day!
Have you ever locked yourself out of the house? What did you do? At the house I grew up in, I would forget my key all the time, but it was frighteningly easy to break in through the screen door to the porch, then open a window into the house.