This was the view out of my basement sewing area window:

The unavoidable soggy pile of debris by the back door:
My staple nutrients, along with multiple DVR episodes of one of my favorite TV shows, kept my energy up for my many hours of sewing:
Moosey, being from the South, tends to not like the snow. Just as I snapped this picture, however, she heard the kids playing in the yard and bounded off through the snow. She was back by the sliding door in a matter of minutes.
Mark ventured out to buy a new touk (Canadian for hat) as he has found his new hairdo to be a little on the chilly side.
My mom helped me make dinner to take to a family in our ward. We were also the beneficiaries of her baking goodness.
I made a family classic, Noodle Bake, in a big enough batch to give some away, save some for my family, and make this heart-shaped pan for my parents. Buttermilk bread courtesy of my mom.
At the end of the day I was tempted to climb into the cozy fort Sarah and Danielle had made in the family room.
The only down side to having a snow day on a Thursday is that it seemed like it should have been Friday. Cruel hoax to have to wake up early Friday morning and face real life again. . . .












