I've been jealous of my Midwest and New England friends for quite some time now. They get so much beautiful, fluffy snow. I've never really understood their aversion to the white stuff - or, at least, the prolonged stay of snow. I mean, look at it!
It's gorgeous! My friends in the deep south get me. They know that to see it fall is a dream.
We've been snowed in since Tuesday. I've enjoyed our time in the house. My mom came and stayed with us for three days and we had a nice visit. The kids enjoyed playing cards with and talking to grandma. I enjoyed kicking them off the TV so she could sleep in the bonus room. We all rested and relaxed. Aaaaahhh.
Lil' Bro stole my mom yesterday afternoon (four wheel drive, he has). One of the kids' friends arrived shortly after via his uncle. The kids are enjoying their six day weekend. Oh, here's day two of the snow:
Isn't it pretty?
Today is day four. Here's how my winter wonderland looked this morning:
And I now understand this diagram, as well as have a tiny bit of empathy for my northern friends:
Lifted from a friend's FaceCrack photos - no clue of it's origin - maybe she made it
The very best part about all of this? We're supposed to get another inch of snow in a few minutes. More forecast for Sunday. Then Monday. Then Tuesday. Probably Wednesday, too.
Oh! And the Hunny brought home a truckload of firewood on Monday night. See?
Here it is this morning, after just three days:
So. Who wants to teach me to play bridge?
Until I write again ...