This is my recipe for handling a foot of snow. 'Nuff said. (Yes, M.P. Mama, I'm a good Girl Scout and am always prepared!)
P.S. Magnet asked me if he could have some ice cream. I said he could but only after he brought me my bottle of wine so I could top off while I was curled up under the covers watching 3:10 to Yuma. Does that make me a bad mom or am I just training him to deal with women effectively in the future? Bwahahaha.