We're on storm #7 and have accumulated forty-something inches of snow... and it's not even February yet! We're about to get slammed by storm #8 - Ryley can smell it!
Matt finally had a Sunday morning to sleep in and relax! That definitely called for a celebration! I turned on the espresso machine, heated up the waffle maker, cut up some fruit and laid out all necessary ingredients for a breakfast of champions. Although I planned on being a good housewife and making a deluxe breakfast for two, Matt insisted on stepping in and taking over. I'm not going to lie, I didn't put up much of a fight! I love that he loves to cook (even though it's against my traditional views on things). I don't mind doing the preparing and clean up. We make a pretty good team!
The Jets lost. The game was depressing. Luckily, I have the cutest puppy to keep me smiling!
Ryley loves all of the snow days, delays and early dismissals I've been having! But if we have one more, we'll start losing days of summer! Not good! Unfortunately, it doesn't look like the winter warlock is done with us yet. Ry sits on the bay window and watches another storm about to drop 12 more inches on us...


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