In a testament to adult life not being bereft of all childhood pleasures, my employer called a "snowday" today thanks to crazy winds, -20 windchill and more snow last night than I've seen in Kansas in my lifetime.
How am I celebrating? I'm sitting in my parent's basement watching my son play with blocks while "High School Musical 3: Senior Year" plays on the big screen.
So what if I'm not out sledding. It's friggin' cold out.
Okay. I'm old.
Except for watching High School Musical and knowing all of the words. That Sharpay...I will always like her better than the simpering Gabriella who makes me want to punch her in the face every single time she walks on screen. The only reason I don't turn her off is that she often shares the screen with the first actor that I considered myself "too old for" that also made me salivate a little. Dear Zac Efron.
It's the singing thing. I'm just sayin'. Never been a man that could sing that I turned my nose up at.
Alright, one-year-old's makin' a break for the stairs...there's a broken arm in the making. Happy Snow Day!
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