We are not making it to Mass today, no, not even the 9 PM Mass at the one parish that has one.
Mark tried to drive the van around the block this evening and it didn't go well. (He did manage to get it back home and back into the garage, fortunately.)
Nor are we making it out to dinner for our anniversary tonight. There is a restaurant within walking distance, a really good one actually, but it does not serve dinner on Sundays.
So we are going to settle in for an evening of "Daddy's Spaghetti Sauce" and garlic bread, and probably demolish a bottle of red wine between us while the kids suck back juice boxes and we reminisce about a similarly snowy week — well, it was snowy in the mountains anyway — twelve years ago.
Ciao!
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