On Saturday morning I was up before the sun sending Derek off to the hospital. As I peeked out the window, I could tell it was going to be a day where wool socks & the comfiest of sweaters would be worn. It seemed as though the storm held out for Derek to return home that afternoon, and then dumped buckets of that fluffy white stuff New Yorkers call Nemo, and Michigan calls Tuesday. We promptly decided to push our dinner date and opted for an afternoon nap and then even more snuggling when we moved the mattress out to the front room for the night. So it was grilled cheese, orange crush, tile rummy & Netflix date night. Oh, we threw some Oreo's in at the end too...what's a date without a little something sweet?