Baby, It’s Cold Outside

Was able to catch an earlier flight home day after we saw the weather reports of snow in Denver. Of course, while enroute the Flight Attendant Trying Hard To Be Gwyneth Paltrow From View From The Top (big blonde hair included) warned us that the weather in Denver was “borderline” and if we had to be diverted, we were going to Grand Junction. If you don’t know where Grand Junction is, it is essentially Utah and getting home this evening would have been impossible.

But alas, we did make it and after sitting in traffic on I-70, which of course, was a sheet of ice… I arrived home to greet my husband and son and promptly fall asleep for an hour. I awoke after Declan went to bed, to ironically, take my sleeping aid, and will hopefully be slumbering again in the near future.

The only other thing of note from my journey home is that my car said it was FIVE fucking degrees as I sat in traffic. Five, as in 1, 2, 3, 4, FIVE degrees. Brrrrrrrrrrrr.