It snowed a bit yesterday. Not too badly, just maybe a foot or so. I don’t actually know how much, just that it was light enough for my son to shovel and tromp through. He actually spent about 90 minutes outside playing. Had it not gotten dark, we probably wouldn’t have been able to drag him in.

My daughter, on the other hand, is definitely not a snow freak. She did go out a bit this morning to play and sweep/shovel, but she was over it quite a bit quicker than her brother. She came inside, got her hot chocolate/cocoa, and resumed her games. She doesn’t like to sled much, either, so I must say it doesn’t surprise me.

My husband was my hero, going out to brave the elements twice while the most I did was take photos of the tree across the street from my front porch. I wasn’t interested in taking a drive around the block to see how bad the roads were, or to see if it was even possible to dig out the cars. He did all that for me, and for that I am eternally grateful.

I’m also pretty sure that if I came back to work today with stories of how I’d driven around a bit, I would have been faced with the sort-of-kidding-but-mostly-serious question of, “Why didn’t you go to the office, then?”

Seriously.

Well, I hope everyone who didn’t have a snow day isn’t suffering from too much snow envy. You can’t have any of mine. I’m enjoying it too much from the warmth of my living room.