*Raises fist in solidarity*
Snow day, the expectation:
From-scratch tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches, on fancy sourdough from the Co-op, because I cook with love. We shall sit, eat, and enjoy this unexpected quality time together.
Snow day, reality:
Who left their (outrageously expensive) Harry Potter wand out? Are the stuffies expecting soup? How many kids even live here?
Let's hope they go back to school tomorrow, because I’m out of ideas. And counter space.
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