Snow Day Slow Day

So I'm sitting here on snow day #2 and I'm wondering, why does the whole world stop on a snow day? I do have to admit that I am torn. Torn between Susie homemaker baking muffins and frolicking around in domesticated bliss and climbing the walls trying to escape to the closest Target and Starbucks. I mean just seeing another human being to prove my family isn't the only one that has survived the end of the world would kind of be a relief. I was talking to one of the beauties this morning and she said she was going to brave it and keep The Bungalow from looking so abandoned. Good for her. So dedicated. What am I doing you ask? Sitting in my bed with my laptop watching trashy murder mysteries while my darling toddler pretends to nap upstairs. That's another thing- does being holed up so long bring out my dark side? I mean how many 48 hrs mystery can one watch? On a good note, me and the maxter have had fun living in our p.j.s and decorating valentine cards but, business is business. I do miss my clients as much as I hope they miss me. People will call into work claiming they can't make it out of the driveway due to all the ice and call to see if we have any open appointments. Getting your hair done is definatley worth risking your life. Always has been. For any of my clients reading this, the arctic blast with all her witchery may have held me down for a short time but I will rise above. I will be at work Starbucks in hand, maybe a sled parked outside, but I will be there. All this excitement is making me want to bake cookies. So friends, clients, until then-