It's amazing, how quickly one can go from enjoying the snow to feeling cooped up and stir crazy. Years ago, a rather famous Stanford experiment put ordinary citizens in the roles of prisoners and prison guards - and the researchers were stunned how quickly the environment changed people.
This is all, of course, the preamble, to a Boy Toy post. (The Mistress having retired early on account of a freak bobsledding accident, where her fur wrap got caught in the runners. She'll be fine by morning.)
As you can see, it snowed:
And while it only started last evening, we managed to pick up a decent 15 inches or so. (Or, as The Mistress used to call it back prior to her domestication, "a good Saturday night.") Downtown Philadelphia received 27-28 inches, the second most EVER for a winter storm. ("A good weekend", I hear, called softly from her chambers.)
We had prepared for this. Yours truly was all ready for the snow, stopping by the Dollar Tree last night to get some terrific snowdragqueen accessories. Forecasters predicted wet, heavy snow - perfect for snowball fights, snowman making, and tailpipe stuffing. (It's a joke, kids.)
Buster had already staked out his territory, having been traumatized by the morning walk in snow that was over his head:
But, alas, the snow was not heavy or wet. So the $1 hair extensions, purple purses, and knit scarves, had to go by the wayside. And The Mistress and her Boy Toy had to find (ahem) some other way to amuse themselves:
We tried different personalities for a while:
I mean, really, 21 hours in a confined space? So we went for broke - a lengthy neighborhood walk/stagger/try to stand upright on ice. And it was beautiful:
There was even time for blasphemy:
Immediately thereafter, The Mistress fell down the snow-covered stairs. I shit you not. Bobsled mishap, blah, blah, running home, hot chocolate with booze. I started humming "California Dreamin'" for a bit...but you know where that thinking leads.
Gross.
Boy Toy
Glad all is relatively well, and that there is not to much more snow coming your way.
ReplyDeleteSo nice to read you again, BT.
ReplyDeleteBT- It has been a while. You two must have had to much time on your hands, but a fun time. Mistress your adorable! Is the Mistress even coherent? It must have been the gin that made her take a spill down the steps! I'm over the snow now. We had about 30" downtown Philly with more now possibly tuesday into Wednesday!
ReplyDeleteLooks like you had as much fun as you could there. Love the church picture! That saying is just perfect. If Jesus is the Mistress were all in trouble! Or not. And how are the boys doing?
ReplyDeleteOh Maddie!!!! that bobsled accident sounds HORRIBLE!!!! whatever will you do?
ReplyDeleteand the 15 in.? mmmmm...a girl can dream, right? ;)
I love you madly Maddie...and I miss you something awful!!!! and you look like Debbie Reynolds in your profile pic....BEE-U-TEE-FUL!!!
LOVE YOU!!!!
Well, it looks like you too can entertain your selves quiet well with many things.....
ReplyDeleteOh my God I'm laughing so hard! Well at least you two have made the best of the storm! So sorry to hear of the bob sled accident. It is Mistress and more importantly the fur wrap alright? Looks like a fun walk and complete with the church sign....another good laugh. And the puppy is sooooo cute.
ReplyDeleteNice post BT love the reference to the Stanford experiment. And great pick with the groucho glasses...
ReplyDeleteGreat to read a post by you again, BT! So how is Maddie? Still unable to limp to the computer?
ReplyDeletea good Saturday night!!!!! LMAO!
ReplyDeleteWe are supposed to get a good saturday night tonight! Good times!
A good night. I remember many a night the Mistress had "a good night". I suprised she is able to walk these days! Looks like it was a nice weekend though!
ReplyDeleteWhat a nice "cameo appearance" you made, Boy Toy! :-)
ReplyDeleteglad you two can find some fun in that mess. I can't stand snow!
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