Oh the weather outside is frightful...

Cliche? Maybe. Honest? Completely. I was almost blown over in the Target parking lot today whilst running my pre-storm errands. (You don't think that coconut chap stick is a pre-storm necessity? Then you're not me. No judging me on my own blog. It's the number one rule of being my friend.) 

Anyway.

We've been hearing for days that Armageddon is the form of a massive snow storm is going to hit Utah this afternoon and tonight. Apparently it's going to be epic and horrible. They actually went as far as to issue a blizzard warning. I remember the last time they issued a blizzard warning. I was 18. It was the day after Christmas. My dad drove me from Pleasant Grove all the way up to Salt Lake to work and then had to turn around and pick me up again because they closed the store. There were snow piles as tall as me on the streets. (I'm not, by any means, insinuating that I am tall. I'm a midget by most people standards, I'm just trying to give you a visual.) I love me some snow, but am petrified of huge storms. The idea of being stuck in the house? No power? No where to go? So not my idea of fun, unless I had a really handsome guy to cuddle with me and make me hot cocoa. But I don't have that.These are the moments where I lament the fact that the Bewitched nose wiggle doesn't actually produce anything. Also, that apparation doesn't actually exist. It would be delightful to just pop myself home for Thanksgiving so I didn't have to worry about driving in the snow. But since wishing doesn't really get me far, for now I have mint M&Ms and Oceans' 11. And 12. And 13.

And a stack of Christmas cards to make. Ya'll should get excited because, let's be honest, I'm going to get cabin fever in like 4 seconds once this wall of snow hits Salt Lake and that makes me punchy.