Blizzard = Sugar Overload

So this weekend was the big storm that had everyone locked up inside their homes. Most people complained and bitched about it as usual. The people that didn't complain about it live on this street. There was no complaining. There was constant shoveling/snow blowing, football in the middle of the street, and tipping the pizza guy $20 for braving the blizzard so we didn't have to get off of our asses to get it ourselves.

There was also a lot of baking. Sugar cookies galore and chocolate covered pretzels covering every inch of counter space and the dining room table. When there is baking there is tasting and that means I consumed way too much sugar over the last few days. I'm pretty sure I am now diabetic.

I love me a good blizzard.