Snow-Snow-Snow-Torious!

Dress: Twitch Vintage. Sweater: Land's End {Christmas gift from ex-boyfriend's Pa} Boots: Steve Madden for kids. {Seriously.}

What, you think 21 inches of snow is going to get me down? Well, actually, yes, it did. For the first three days, I was raging, complaining and body aching from shoveling. That upper body strength that I thought I possessed? Yeah, doesn't exist.

{Side note: OMG, Sade is on Dave tonight!}

Friday night, Snowpocalypse descended upon Pittsburgh and the Northeast. I worked a day shift. I got off lucky. Three of my co-workers were TRAPPED at the Trib. Mya, Arthur and Lisa crashed at the nearest Marriott. I think they hit the bar before bed, but none of them really slept. At this point, Mya was frantically texting me about how much she wanted to get home to her family, but Snow Doom was too much for even the deftest of drivers to overcome. 

Saturday, I woke up to my apartment complex's parking lot buried in two feet of snow. Um, I don't own a shovel. Embarrassing. Luckily, my neighbor is this Iron Woman triathlete superstar, so we started digging out. Finally, I was ready to go. Only, the borough plow never came through to clear my driveway. When it did, I vowed to get my booty into work. My co-workers had been through worse than me, and I needed to be there to help. So, I trekked to the North Shore and saved the day {at least for Crystal, who was "volunteered" to design Page One.}

Sunday and Monday, the roads were no better than the previous day. It was like a roller-coaster ride, only it wasn't fun. At all. And my body was still in pain. Lower back...ouch. Biceps...ouch. Left wrist...ouch. Upper back... double ouch. What the fuck. I thought I worked out for a reason. 

Today, more snow was predicted. More as in Snowpocalypse's younger brother. Eight to 12 inches. The photo above was taken today. I was finally feeling a bit back to myself, despite not being able to run. Ugh. I even washed my hair. I could barely lift my arms over my head, but I did it. And threw on some red lipstick and tights and a cute plaid Twitch dress just to prove to you, Snowpocalypse, you can fuck up my life in many ways, but you will never, ever, take away my CUTE.