Curse me if you will, but -- Whee!! -- I love snow. It's snowing at this very moment, and it's forecasted to continue through the night. Pile it on, baby!
My world needs a little brightening up. I'm sick to death of the gray winter skies. Shoveling this stuff off the driveway is a small price to pay for a glistening white blanket of snow to cover up the brown, dormant lawn (and the unscooped poop).
My greatest hope is that the snow is something my kids will find they can use, the kind of snow that can be picked up and packed into snowballs and forts and snowmen but just dry enough for some non-hypothermic sledding.
What is it about dogs and snow? Knucklehead goes bananas for it, romping around in it like a big puppy. Well, she's a big puppy anyway, but her playfulness kicks up a few more notches when it snows. She'd stay out there all day if I let her.
It was well worth today's trip to the stupormarket battling the French Toast Panic Shoppers (you know, those people who wipe the shelves clean of bread, eggs, and milk when it snows) and the Superbowl party hosts. I made it all the way through to the dairy aisle when I decided I couldn't take it any more and just checked out. If I need milk or cheese it can wait until the snow stops.
It's going to be the perfect Saturday. The Oracle's games have been canceled/postponed, and we have nowhere to be.
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