First, some pictures:
As the temps continue to dip and DIP, and schools are called off because it’s too COLD (and this is MN people- WE LOVE US SOME WINDCHILL, so you know if they are canceling school it has to be C-O-L-D), I can’t help but think about the Ingalls’- without food, the train bearing their survival necessities stuck in snow for the winter, poor blind Mary stumbling around half frozen. And then that porcupine Almonzo- hiding grain is the wall of his house and forcing Pa to go over and kick some future-son-in-law ARSE. (WHAT? YOU don’t have both the Laura books and the TV show completely memorized? That is your homework. Now, go!)
As I dress myself and the kids in alternating layers of polar fleece and, well, more polar fleece, I can’t help but thinking the Man Upstairs knew what he was doing when he planted me on earth after the invention of CENTRAL HEATING and treadmills and coffee-mate (specifically, toffee delight) and water heaters.
So while the wind howls and causes an alarming weird wind-caused sound to echo occasionally throughout our house, I’ll sit back with some hot soup and maybe play Oregon Trail on Facebook. I may even look back on pictures of myself, at an age too embarrasing to mention, dressed in my prairie dress, with my hair in two braids, AT THE MALL, and THANK GOD that my one childhood wish- that I could be Laura- was not answered.