Don't Fence Me In-Cabin Fever Takes Its Toll

Even Barbie is dressed for the weather.

This is why I should not be house-bound as an old woman, or now. This week I have been basically iced-in with the kids. We baked, watched videos, crafted, cleaned (yeah, that lasted), had little neighbors over to play, etc. All was going relatively well, until I got the bright idea to clean out the bathroom cabinet.

I'm a pretty frugal person. I love a good deal, I clip coupons, reuse and recycle all that I can and hate to waste things. So I slathered the remains of five different lotions all over me (I smell like a vanilla-cherry-pumpkin pie in a rose garden surrounded by a eucalyptus forest), washed my hair in that red-tinted shampoo that has been in there for 6 years, used ancient cleansers, buff-puffs from the late '80's, and a peel mask that has dehydrated so that it is as thick as peanut butter (the crunchy kind). In fact, I'm blogging right now because I can't speak. The masque is so tight on my face that my lips won't move. My family thinks this is a wonderful product that I should use daily rather than throw out. My little guy says my face looks "fragile". I guess it's because of this shiny masque.

So to the powers that be, the kids in charge, whomever, let this stand as a testament as to why I should not be a shut-in, now or ever. Now, I'm off to brush my teeth with the weensey bit of paste left in the travel-size Colgate I found in my suitcase from that my study abroad in Ireland in 1995. Tomorrow, if the roads aren't better, I'll clear out the fridge. After I make sure I have an ample stock of Pepto on hand.