Snow days are the fucking bomb. I'm sorry to be so vernacular, but there is just no choice when you are faced with a snow day, which, let me reiterate, is the fucking bomb, y'all. It's merrily snowing away outside and warm inside (yeah, it's all fun and games until someone loses an eye the electric bill comes, at which point there will be wailing and gnashing of teeth) and I am still in my pajamas. And home, relaxing into a three day weekend and beginning to seriously contemplate slipping some Irish whiskey into a cup of coffee and taking the dogs and camera for a walk down the street. Or not - it is, as I mentioned, cold out there and warm in here.