How Nyquil is going to help me survive the next massive, winter storm.

Oh, Laura Ingalls Wilder.  How did you do it?

How EXACTLY did you survive the mid-western winters of yore?  You know, without Target and Hobby Lobby, and of course, the modern weatherman and his Doppler technology--which, managed, I might add, to achieve the biggest, grandest, oh-oh-OH-my-goodness, premature forecast ejaculation in the history of weather.  Congrats on that, btw.

I'm just curious to know how the pioneers survived winter storms of this nature without modern technology?  Because I'm pretty sure thousands of people would have died over the past couple of days, were it not for repeated WARNINGS and such.  So Laura--how did you manage to do it with a cow and some grain and a hefty quilt?  You are HARD core.  Do share. 

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In other snow-related news:  L managed to attempt the WORST idea in history.  It could only be made more 1.) dangerous, and 2.) messy, if she were carrying knives.  

Cupcakes were made, frosted and eaten by the kidlets. 

I researched instructions on making a ninja death star,

and am now proficient at annoying you to death with paper cuts. 

I took a heavy (read: normal) dosing of  Nyquil Nightime Cold.

Otherwise known  as over-the-counter roofies.

Holy hell.

I slept for 12 hours straight, woke up to sunlight and a conversation with Mike...

Only to blink and fall back asleep for another whole hour.

I feel much better, thank you.

But that's probably because I exploded kleenex and mucous out of my nostrils

while in my coma, apparently.



Also.

When I  got out of bed this morning and stretched? 

27 more kleenex babies fell out of my sweatshirt and onto the floor. 

Lovely.

Instead of wondering what-in-the-world we are going to do the next time

a winter storm keeps us house-bound?

I'm going to drug our family up on Nyquil and we'll simply sleep through it.

Now that is thinking like a pioneer.

Hope you all survived  the *epic* storm! 

 The snow days home with the kids have actually been great, but if they watch "Space Chimps" one more time, I fear they really will lose brain cells. 

And, well, I just don't think we can afford to get any dumber

than roller skates and kitchen utensils.

Cross your fingers for school tomorrow!!