When Shawn and I (and everyone else in the tri-state area) got word of winter storm Juno, we shopped for sugar cereal, pizza rolls, and strategized our Netflix watchlist. We ended up buying Special-K (yawn), ordering pizza, and ditching a documentary on steroids for a pharmacy-bought sled and the slopes of Prospect Park.
I’m sorry to those who had to shovel snow or weren’t able to get a pineapple-pepperoni pie delivered to their door, but we had the best adult snowday ever, thank you Juno.


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NYC Sledding = the BEST |