Somebody please remind me if I ever build, or buy, another house to make sure that there is at least one room on the ground floor that has a door. Besides the bathroom, that is.
This house has an open floor plan downstairs. And most of the time that is great.
But after you've been trapped in the house for two days - it's not so great.
After two days - you really don't want to look at, or talk to, the people you live with anymore. No matter how much you might love them.
Christmas dawned with the onset of snow. YAY! Snow on Christmas day is a magical thing.
Until late afternoon. And you have no plans to visit with your friends as you usually do. Then it's not so great.
Then? Then, the snow keeps falling.
And the next day? Why, it's still falling. Now you are beginning to hate snow. Very much. Yeah, that whole enchantment thing you had going with winter when you first moved here about 13 years ago? It is soooo gone! Now? Now, you are ready to move back to Texas - be damned the heat and humidity. At least there is air conditioning and NO SNOW (for the most part) in Texas.
You realize in the deep recesses of your brain that your fellow bloggers who live in places like Minnesota, Utah, New York and Canada would laugh at the snow you are currently cursing. But they don't realize that we don't deal with snow well. We live in the "South." That means that the 4 to 6 inches that we received means we are "snowed in." With the very same folks that you love so very much - but really can't stand the sight of any more.
Finally, you are able to get out for an hour or so - because the good folks at the Department of Transportation were on the ball (this time). They were ready for this "storm." You run out the door with glee.
But then you come home. And guess what?
The Giants game has just started. And guess what else?
They aren't doing well. And the two fans - that you love so very much - are having total meltdowns.
And then? That open floorplan that sounded like such a great idea? Is no longer such a great idea.