My Husband Went to Work And All I Got Was This Lousy Polar Vortex
I wore a long-sleeved shirt to bed last night and I liked it.
We’re having a polar vortex this week – truly! – “…this is a textbook case of polar vortex influence on mid-latitude weather…” (Washington Post).
Takes me back to February when “polar vortex” REALLY meant something. Like pain and tedium and insanity.
Here’s to a gorgeous and totally livable 60 degrees!!
Boy, that was a long “break”. I missed school. Did you miss school? Polar Vortex, you don’t need to come around and remind me how awesome Arlo’s teachers are or how Madison’s Preschool of the Arts is a gift (for ALL of us) so SHUT IT. Go away and never return.
Here are some snapshots from this record-breaking break. I shot frequently and with great abandon lest I became too mired down in the difficult moments of the mundane. I hope you enjoy.
We went old school.
We went new school.
But cubbies and slides were the places to be
as was time spent with friends.
A gross misrepresentation of that time spent:
This is more accurate:
Seriously. We were home for a long time.
The Subaru did what we were all thinking and saved us from ourselves,
so instead I could build this just before returning…
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