I tried to go to Borders to write this morning. Okay, you probably think I'm crazy, but you have to understand. The weathermen always say it's going to be terrible, and they're almost always wrong.
So when I woke up this morning, and saw that it had stopped snowing and the sun was out, and my driveway was plowed (thank God), I shoveled a path to my car and took off to write.
But twenty minutes later, it was snowing. I was halfway there, too far to turn back, and so I went to the fireplace Borders.
An hour after I got there, they closed.
Except two movie theaters. I holed up there and watched 10,000 B.C. (pretty good), Fool's Gold (better than I thought it would be; very entertaining), and The Other Boleyn Girl again (cried, yet again).
I didn't want to go home. You have to understand, the last blizzard Ohio had, my dad's friends were stuck at our house. So we basically had a four day party. I remember poker and my mother cooking. That's it. It was a blast!
But DH is not here. What fun is being snowed in all by yourself? I'd go nuts! When we met and dated (2,368 miles long distance), I used to dream of him being here while we were snowed inside for days on end. It's a fantasy I have, of us cuddling under a blanket on the couch, watching movies all day.
It isn't my fantasy to be stuck in my house alone, LOL. So I went to the movies.
Okay, what about you? What's your blizzard fantasy? A four day party? A fireplace and your loved one? A day of movies? A day in bed? A mixture of it all?