(If you’re new to my blog, here’s a little background info.) I’ve never lived in a place that gets more than a microscopic dusting of snow once a year. Until now. And I may never get used to it.
Depending on your to-do list, snow is either a fun novelty or a mixture of inconvenience and misery.
Case in point:
Yesterday, there was much sledding and snowball fighting. I started building a snowman, but only got the head done before realizing it was too much work and we were out of carrots. We sledded down the great big hill at the elementary school with dozens of neighbors until the sun started to set. It was awesome.
Today, Jack and I both woke up with bad colds. My toes are burning and raw, despite always wearing wool socks and fur-lined, water proof boots. WebMD says it’s Reynaud’s Disease. I need to go to the store, but the roads are icy.
I wish snow was like a Netflix movie that you could rent for a couple of hours and then move on to more convenient weather.
Crap, this was supposed to be a Wordless Wednesday. And I’ve already written 203 words. Here are a few pics and very short videos of us wiping out yesterday.