This Calls For Pictures

We don't get snow like this and in December, "not in a hundred years." Everybody is outside shoveling or playing 'cept me. I'm inside, warm. I did go to church today before we were dug out. I got picked up at the curb by my father who brought the snow blower for our obscenely long driveway...yes, we have thought of parking near the street before snowstorms but it's usually after the storm that we remember how good an idea that really is. I walked out in my church clothes donning two trash bags over my legs and made it to the waiting car with nary a flake! Well, except for the fact that I looked like one.


There's Sean sledding with friends on our neighbor's "hill". Stan snowblew (new word) his walks today as a thank you for letting our kids sled their yard for the last 12 years. And letting our kids cut through their yard and for calling us every time Stan leaves the lights on in his truck AND whenever he leaves our garage side door open AND a couple times when he's left his truck door open and went inside to eat or sleep... What is wrong with my husband, I do not know but having Cliff nearby does help. Hmmm. I wonder if Cliff owns binoculars...


This is what things look like inside.

Boys jumping off porches...





Ruby's friend Bernie came over to play. Two snow dogs, playing in the snow.