The Blizzard… that wasn’t

That snow storm that dear hubby said was going to miss us, has been parked on top of us since Thursday. We are now officially trapped in the house. There is no Starbucks in the house.

Daytime Emmy Nominee is distraught because her broken hand is hindering her ability to perfectly apply her makeup contouring. (If you’ve made it here from Facebook land, you know I’ve nicknamed the teenage crew, unless they have requested not to be.)

Most of the crew is still sleeping, because, well, it is not yet dinner time.

Hubby is torturing me with Home Alone 2.

I haven’t been able to locate any additional toilet paper.

It is not predicted to stop snowing until this evening.