Excitement is in the air. Ward and I are off today to spend the weekend in a mountain cabin to celebrate our anniversary. And a snow storm is coming. It's exciting to get away, but even more exciting to think we might be snowed in in our hideaway. We've got boardgames, a flashlight, and snow shovel all packed and ready to go. I can't wait.
But first back to reality. We have to work part of a day, go to a doctor's appointment, and pay some bills before we can leave. However I am imagining that soon we'll be in our romantic hide away surrounded by beautiful falling snow and gazing into the dancing flames in a fireplace. (I'm getting a bit goofy with anticipation.)
It sounds like a scene from a movie, doesn't it? I hope we don't experience a scene from another movie. Like being stuck in the mud and freezing rain trying to get to there and fretting that we forgot our box of food and then look up to see a tree has fallen on the cabin. National Lampoons Vacation in the Woods, anyone? I'll let you know when we get back what really happens. :)