If you read Monday’s post, you know Boyfriend and I ran into some weather trouble this weekend. Let’s talk about that.
We went down to seaside house on Friday. We knew the weather for Sunday was sketchy, so we checked the forecast.
Honestly, I kind of thought Boyfriend was being a little overly cautious, but I didn’t mind.
So we headed out around 11 am, where a couple of adorable flurries were falling.
But conditions quickly deteriorated.
*one hour later *
Four hours+ after we got on the road, Boyfriend took a random exit to get to a fast food joint so we could use the bathroom and get some food. And then I saw it.
So that’s how Boyfriend and I spent the night getting drunk in a hotel instead of sitting in a massive snowy traffic jam for 6 more hours.