Let it Snow, Let it Snow, Let it Snow

For those of you who are local -this is no big news. For my readers to the north -you won't be impressed at all. To our southern contingency -you've already had it so blah. And now that I've established that absolutely nobody gives a rip...

It's snowing, people!

I, for one, am excited. As we drove to the church for an Upward game today I attempted to share my excitement with the world. We passed a young girl on her front porch and I turned toward the window, threw my hands in the air, and screamed "whoohooo! It's snowing!" She looked at me like I had two heads. Tim said I was crazy. Please! I see no reason for shame. If she weren't excited, too, why was she standing on her porch in the freezing cold to talk on the phone? She can act all 13 year old mature if she wants to. I know she was screaming with me on the inside.

I like snow. I don't really care for sledding. Not a big skier. Not particularly interested in making snow angels that reflect my girth. (the hippiest angels you've ever seen) I like snow because it's pretty. The biggest problem with snow is those people who mistakenly think it's meant to be played in. And worse than that are the ones who don't know the "snow rules" which clearly in an unwritten way state -"play in your own snow and stay out of mine because I'm enjoying it's prettiness!" Four, no, make that five of these destroyers live in my house. We will have to work out a compromise IF we get enough to matter.

Here's hoping!