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For the last couple of days we have been snowed in.  As in can't pull the cars out of the driveway to much snow and not enough snow plows kinda stuck.  Baltimore is a pretty darn large city where you can watch your favorite band play, eat at your local Afghani restaurant (owned by the President of Afganistan's brother nontheless) and stalk Michaels Phelps on your way home, apparently you have to wait for at least THREE days to have your street plowed. 
So here I am sitting on my couch watching my husband watch the Superbowl and nursing a bad case of cabin fever.  Since Friday I have been outside my house exactly once.  Which would be today when we traipsed our way up the street to see if anyone has been plowed .  Then we threw sticks at those who had.  Because we are classy like that. We also tried building a snowman but ended up with a snowblob instead and lacerations on our hands.  Why the lacerations?  Because our (large) dog does NOT trust mittens. Mittens must die. Oh?  There's hands in those things?  Do they have treats attached?  I did not think so.  Will now return to our previously scheduled biting. 

By now the point has probably been made that I am bored.  Food has been made, the house has been cleaned, butt's have been kicked in Scrabble (not mine), and much, much television has been watched.  So on my list for tommorrow is to break out my new iPhone app, Stylebook.  For those of you wondering what the heck a Stylebook is anyone remember the movie Clueless?  Remember the computer Cher had for her organizing her clothes?  Its basically just like that.  Anyone else swooning right now?  If you have a large closet, a small memory and a Type A personality this will be your new love.  So far I've only catagorized a couple items but I did manage to throw together one outfit for demonstration.  Cool right?  Basically take a picture and then add it to a "look".  Voila!  Endless possibilities.  So tommorrow I will be taking pictures of the other eight million items in my closet.  'Cause nothing says boredom beater like taking pictures of shoes.  Geez my life is exciting.... 

I can also think of one other thing to do.  BRUSH MY TEETH.  Apparently when someone says blizzard my personal hygiene goes out the window.  The kicker was I smelled something bad and then realized it was MY BREATH.  Gross.  At least I fed the husband chilli for dinner and um...stuff has happened since then that makes us even.  Two smelly peas in a pod.