Nemo hit New York this weekend. What was supposed to become the storm of the century turned out to be a normal Syracuse day. It snowed all day Friday and took a break on Saturday. This was a weekend of hibernation: I think we’ve made enough hot chocolate, baked ziti, and guacamole (a traditional winter food, naturally) to last us until next winter.
I investigated a new career…
And we braved the snow for a black and white malted milkshake.
Our street. Our building had all the snow shoveled by 7 a.m. Isn’t that just peachy?! Some people were not so lucky. Chris and I have been drinking espresso every weekend. I got him a Nespresso machine for Christmas and it’s turned out to be the most selfish gift I’ve ever given. Sweet little Nespresso machine, I love you. Central Park in all its Nemo Glory. A new gentleman caller. Maybe iPhone pictures are not CJ’s strong suit. He has a lot of other strong suits. Such as heating my socks up on the radiator. Who knew?! Hope your Nemo weekend was equally delicious. xo