Behold, the basketball net.
Two days past my due date and six days past when my doctor hoped she'd convinced this baby to be born.
30 inches of snow.
Approaching 29 hours since we had electricity.
Indoor temperature in the 40s.
Outdoor temperature in the 'teens.
No baby yet.
And nary a plow in sight.
(But we're awesome survivalists.)
Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tock................