And while today's showing wouldn't even register on the ''what is real snow' scale, I'm still thrilled at my snow day. Despite the fact that in order for it to actually be a snow day I'd have to be somewhere besides my butt dent on the couch. Ever.
Those of you from colder climes who are probably well and truly sick of winter are free to make fun of me for being perpetually five.
Look, it beats the pants off of weeks of hundred plus temperatures, ok? I'm used to those.
After being told it'd snow last night, first thing I did once the sun was up was take a peek out the back door.
Then I had the immediate need to go outside and play with it. Actually remembered to put on shoes and coat first, something I'm not always capable of managing when I have 'outside, yay!' urges,
This is what waited right outside the front door. It actually crunched when I walked on it. Hee!
The bushes by the door look downright edible now. I know intellectually snow is not frosting but when the only time you're ever really exposed to it is on gingerbread houses you get ideas.
Panoramic view of the neighborhood. All snowy and awesome.
It soon became clear that I hadn't shut the door properly behind me when Junior came running out, happy for freedom after being kept Inside for the last few days. Only to skid to a stop and throw me a rather accusing look because outside had gone all funny:
He had a few minutes of fun before I dragged us both inside because brrrrr!
Didn't stop him from protesting though.
My niece apparently has grand plans for today that seem to involve all of going of to the grandparents' house to stand in a circle and throw snowballs at each other. I imagine she'll get the hang of snowball fights eventually.
*Usually in February and usually after a few weeks of 'oh jesus it's hot' weather.