Snowpocalypse, Day 3: The Ice Cream Cravings

Another balmy day in Buffalo! ;D What you’re looking at is our street–the mounds are cars, and only that small dead end section has been plowed by a tractor, only for a walking path and snowmobiles.

The Snowpocalypse (which people are calling Snowvember now, which I like, too!) continues–we’re still housebound. We still have a lot of food and a sense of humor, and today I’ve written a ridiculous amount of words (I’m hoping to publish A WOLF FOR THE HOLIDAYS tonight!).

Natalie and I were having a conversation…it’s really the little things, like warmth and running water (and hot water!), and being with the ones you love and cuddling with fur babies and writing that make life truly beautiful.

That being said, the SECOND a grocery store is accessible, either by sled dog team or otherwise, I am so buying and eating an entire pint of coconut milk ice cream. Because the weirdest cravings in the world happen during Snowpocalypses. ;D


About Bridget Essex

Author of lesbian romances; madly in love with my wife, author Natalie Vivien.
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3 Responses to Snowpocalypse, Day 3: The Ice Cream Cravings

  1. Ted says:

    That’s absolutely crazy! Heck I live in Alaska and I’ve never seen anything like that. Stay safe πŸ™‚

  2. VLNicoll says:

    Good to see you two are safe and keeping good humor about it. I’m just south of Boston on the coast and it’s been a comfortable and sunny 45F all week, blows my mind how crazy the weather can get in some places. πŸ™‚

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