Tuesday, December 28th, 2010

I’m Buched

I’m sitting here at my desk (a table in the living room piled with cookbooks and assorted markers and Matchbox cars) with the Christmas tree alight in front of me, and the blistering effects our first blizzard of the season displayed in the window behind me. I can’t think of a better way to spend the days after Christmas then inside with my family, a fridge full of good leftovers, the Weather Channel murmuring in the background, a bounty of new Legos and Barbies to keep the kids happily distracted, and no reason to go anywhere.

Except, of course, when you have to travel through a state of emergency on a barely functioning interstate to bring your lovely in-laws to the hotel airport so they can catch a rescheduled flight the next morning. To say that it might have been the most exciting (harrowing?) drive of my life would be quite a statement because I lived for several years in both Vermont and Boston, and traveled to and from New England through some pretty gnarly storms (one being so treacherous that I had to peel my fingernails from the faux-leather steering wheel of my Suburu when I arrived home). But in today’s case