The other day it snowed at LEAST 5 inches which is crazy since we haven't had any snow this winter- at all. It's a miracle, a beautiful, beautiful miracle! Until it snowed 5 inches, and we waited until 10:30 at night to go to go to Jack in the box (oop! my bad!) and B's keys decided to fall off his keychain in the 5 inches of snow.
So we use our phones for light and find almost all the keys except our house key.... and our door is locked, and i'm wearing my pjs and rainboots, and all I wanted was a taco. So after half an hour of looking we decide to borrow our neighbors shovel... yeah we don't shovel our own sidewalks... and shovel the snow into one big pile and start looking through that. After another half an hour of going through the pile we found the key in the last littlest tiniest pile of snow. of course.
So by now it's almost midnight and my boots are frozen solid and my nose is running and I finally know what it would feel like to be on the cast of Oliver, but I still wanted that taco. And tacos I got.
On another note- people who drank soda in the morning grossed me out- how does that even taste good?!
Well this is me on Monday morning at 8:05am... sorry i'm gross now.