On Tuesday morning, I looked out the window and saw snowflakes. I quickly convinced myself they were blowing off the roof and out of trees.
Two days later, they are still blowing.
It's not that I don't like the snow, it's that Nugget equates snow with Christmas, and I'm getting a little tired of hearing his off-key version of "Jingle Bells" every time we are in the car. Hey, winter. It's going to be March next week! Pack it up.
When getting Strip's clothes out for school, I was digging around her sock drawer when she sighed heavily and said, "UGH. I am SO ready to not wear socks!" Amen, sister.
And on an ebay note, I now have 7 watchers and one bid (yay!), so we'll see what happens this weekend. Woo hoo!