I miss those nights when praying that the snow would stick would mean that you wouldn’t have to go to school or even work the next day. Where I grew up they shut everything down that didn’t need to be open in case of emergency. This didn’t include the Scotchman 5 minutes from my house that stocked essentials needed to get through the tough times, ie Junkfood, Soda & Beer…just sayin. Also, tough times usually meant a light dusting.
That only works in the south though. Up north they eat snow for breakfast…or at least my dog did. This weekend we had the 2nd biggest snow storm ever in history. At least that’s what they said on the news. If they say it on TV it has to be true, I think it’s a law or something. So I dig my car out knowing there is no real snow day up north because nothing shuts down when you have a million snow plows ready to get you to work the next day.
After diggin out my car and helping a few neighbor because I’m just that nice, we let Franklin out to play in the snow. He freakin Loves snow and it was so deep that when he jumped in you lost him for a second. He barreled through the untouched section between the sidewalks loving every second and trying to eat as much snow as possible. Here is my favorite shot of our game of editable ball.
