We survived the blizzard with nary a blip in our winter routines. The state was hit pretty hard and we received the predicted 18″–and even more. It was a convenient storm, meaning that everyone was off the roads when it hit Friday night. Folks obediently stayed home Saturday (it snowed until last Saturday night), then had Sunday to dig out.
It wasn’t the heavy kind of snow that brings down trees and power lines. The winds were scary–at one point I fled downstairs to avoid the noise–but our trees stayed upright.
Our new snowplow driver came three times and also shoveled a path from the back door to the driveway and dug out our car (I had tried, but there was no way). Stomping around in snow up to my knees was Not Fun.
Of course the big question was: would we have power so we could watch the football games?
Friday afternoon via Face Time I told the Funny Grandson that yes, I thought Tom Brady would retire and, to his dismay, I predicted a Bengals-Rams Super Bowl. He thought I was way off.
The kid won’t be wearing his beloved Mahones football jersey for the big game. Too bad, so sad. Not.
I wonder if he’ll remember Grandma was right. I beat him in our draft picks but he has yet to acknowledge it.
Banjo Man and I treated ourselves to air-fried sweet potato fries during halftime (Rams vs 49’ers).
What was your football food?
And weren’t those football games great????
Great games, great food working up to the snack frenzy of the Superbowl.
Can’t wait to make guacamole!
We’ve been wondering how you faired during the storm. This is good news. Yes, the games were fun. Our storm kind of fizzled. Snowfall barely covering the ground and some wind today, but nothing like they predicted. Cold temps tho. 48 days until spring.
48 days!!!!! Yes, we can do that. 🙂
Kristine –
Love that snow. Your snow guy really did a nice job. We’ll try to not send much more snow your way.
Tom
We would appreciate that, Tom.
Wow! That was quite a snowstorm! We opted for “Tom’s favorite chili” during the second game, and no snacks.
Glen wants Cincinnati chili for the Super Bowl, but I’m not sure I’m ready to eat chili on top of spaghetti.