Here We Go Again.

Y'all are probably about sick of me having posts about snow days. Well, guess what friends? I'm in store for another one tomorow. This will make day 12. I think. I've kinda lost count. They all run together. We had an early dismissal today. Early dismissals are nice because we get to leave early from school but it still counts as a full day. Everyone wins. I was afraid I was going to win the prize of buying a new bumper because I was convinced I was going to slide my car into another car on my drive home from school. Praise the good Lord I don't have far to drive. The roads were slick as snot.
I've been home since a little before 3:00. I took a nap, which was glorious. I turned the heated blanket on high and I needed that nap in a bad kinda way since I only got 3 1/2 hours of sleep last night. In the other hours that I've been home, I have done nothing but eat. Seriously. I've watched LMN and stuffed my face. I don't understand why when I see snow on the ground, I feel the need to have some type of food constantly in my mouth. Squirrel syndrome. That's what I call it. I fill my cheeks and belly up just in case. I don't really know what "just in case" is though. I've got a pantry and fridge full of food...for once. I'm not having to ration and share my food supply with anyone else. I'm not going to be snowed in for weeks. Who knows.
It's semi-disgusting how much food I've eaten already. When I got home I made a plate of nachos. I've had a couple of brownies. Spinach and artichoke dip. Chocolate covered cream puffs. And that's just the stuff I can remember. I still haven't had official 'dinner' yet. That's to come. This girl is still hungry. Every food commercial I see is an evil taunt. Dang you, Zaxby's and your delicious  commercials featuring fried cheese bites.
On a sad note, I'm in a state of emergency. I'm out of Cokes. This isn't good. I'm snowed in without Cokes. This could get real ugly. I have Sprite and Coke Zero. Barf bags. That's just not going to cut it. Guess I'll be downing a whole lotta my equally comparable to Coke liquid survival: my southern wine...sweet tea.
I'm fully ready for my day tomorrow. Just me, my heated blanket, and my bottomless stomach.