Snow finally fell on Saturday evening. It wasn’t much—just a dusting—but it was enough to get my family excited. (Well, not TK. He couldn’t care less.)
For a little frou-frou diva doggy, Mini sure does love the snow. There wasn’t enough for her to dive into yet, but she had a blast running around in it.
My husband’s thumb is starting to twitch, warming up for his snowmobile throttle. The gates “officially” open on the 15th, but if there isn’t enough snow…no go.
SK went off to his first day of “snow playground” with no ski pants, so he’ll be limited to the blacktop and ohmigod, I am the worst mother ever. I ripped my house apart and can’t find the damn things. I hope I didn’t put them in a safe place or I might as well buy him another pair.
Me…I could really care less. I like for my husband to be able to snowmobile because the deal is if he’s playing, I get the day off, too. So guilt-free writing time! And it doesn’t feel like Christmas if the ground is bare, so this is enough to kick off that holiday atmosphere.
A month from now we’ll be bitchin’ and moanin’ about the snow (except my husband), but for now it’s still fun and exciting.