I'm getting used to the weekly snowday.
I braved the terrifying roads early in the morning in an attempt to beat the bad weather, but it was a harsh opponent. I lived with only one minor mishap, which took place upon my exit of the vehicle and invloved my ass and the snowy driveway. But Zachary was a good host.
He made me breakfast
and a fort!
it was cozy.
But the fun police made us take it down.
Then he made me a cake.
Actually no, but he put on the sprinkles.
[I <3 funfetti.]
Then a truck tried to commit suicide
and the fun ended for a little while
..but only a little while.
SNOWDAY1 2005