No, I am not looking forward to dandruff. I am also not talking about those “flakey” people either. Nope. I am talking about the mere mention of white stuff around these parts. It makes my co-worker laugh because she is from up north. Us southerners act ridiculous about SNOW. We feel giddy just thinking about it. We get our snow clothes ready, our pots and pans out for snow cream, and we wait for the school closings. We stock up on hot cocoa, cookies, and perhaps we even have a few sleds in our garage that get used maybe once a year.
Since I love to snow ski, my kids usually get to see snow for a weekend anyway. I have not booked a trip this year, and it is looking like I might not. Something that rhymes with honey is missing. Anyway, in the event we don’t get to go this year, I really would like more than a light dusting. I keep joking that I want to move up north…I would stick out like a sore thumb with my accent (think Paula Deen moving to New York). Plus, my relatives would disown me (some habits die hard).
In the event there is not much snow, I have to think fast. Maybe we can make this craft. I could always take my kids ice skating and we could pretend. We do have a fire pit on the back porch, so I could do s’mores and that would please them as well. We could definitely visit our neighbors and see the cute new pup down the street (soft spot for animals). We have a neat trail in the woods, so maybe we could explore that and look for birds. Whatever we do, let’s hope it involves a few flakes…ha.
“Getting an inch of snow is like winning 10 cents in the lottery.” ~Bill Watterson