I’ll tell you what.

When you have what I think most people call a “large family” travel is, well, interesting. This trip has started with an actual blizzard. I don’t recall ever seeing a blizzard weather warning pop up in my lifetime. All 29 years of it. Ha.

Hubby spent all day Thursday, and the day before, proclaiming that the predicted storm headed for Michigan was going to “go right around us”. As I like to remind him often, he was wrong, again. Which, much to my chagrin, makes me right, again. If you know me well, you can hear me asking my poor husband, “You know what this makes me??? Let me help you. It makes me right!” Again. Anyway, I’ve been reminding him all day about the storm going right around us. He is less than amused at my constant reminders, and as of right now, we are snowed into this house. By tomorrow morning, I predict it will feel like a COVID lockdown experience all over again, which for the record, I enjoyed. That said, I am already one day into my Starbucks withdrawal, so this could go south relatively quickly.

As of right this moment, the snow hits my 6 foot tall, 19 year old baby boy, right at the knees at its lowest point and his thigh at it highest. He has taken it upon himself to toss one teenage girl, (the fierce one), out into a waiting snowbank. Fierce one came running in, with a very thick trail of snow falling off her back through the house, tears ready to spill, calling for me. Tears pretty much never happen from this one, so I had a moment of concern that he may have actually hurt her. Turns out, “it was just so funny” that she cried.

This of course took place while hubby and I were wrapping gifts. By “we” I mean him, I prefer to play supervisor in this particular project whenever possible. I am however, responsible for some very fancy gift tag work if I do say so myself. While digging through the mountain of gifts, it occurs to me that I haven’t seen the cologne that hubby picked up while we were out. I remind him, and he has also clearly forgotten about it. He comes across what he thinks is it, and sprays himself across the chest.

Honey, thats the room spray we got for fierce one.