Last night, when the snow started tapering off around 8, I decided we would have to go outside to do the snow dance, in a final and desperate attempt to get out of work today. I looked at Mr. Peaches and sharply said, "Get your shoes on. We have to get outside."
He returned my glance with a grimace and said, "But I'm in my underwear!"
"Snow. Dance." I replied with gritted teeth.
We stepped outside. The Mister in his skivvies and I in my inside out pajamas- which my students told me would do the trick- stepped onto the front porch in the freezing cold and lightly blowing snow. Quickly, we made up a dance and went crazy. Until the neighbors spotted us, and then we zipped inside.
They may have made fun- but I don't have to go to work today.
Worth it.
Happy January 21, Dear Reader!
*Note: Mr. Peaches did have to go to school today. I'm not saying it's his fault, but he did not wear his pajamas inside out. Just sayin'.
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