Okay, so apparently that rumor going around like the entire metropolitan area was true. Saturday = massive snow day. Like beyond normal heaps of snow. In fact, I think it has snowed for 24 hours without stopping. Which means a perfect day has flown by without me so much as licking the sprinkles on top. Kind of depressing in that aspect as well as my loss of excitement for snow. Remember those childhood moments when you'd pray and pray to the Lord Almighty for snow? Then turn your pj's inside out, flush ice cubes down the toilet and put a snow under your pillow? Well, I followed those orders religiously, hoping for a glimpse of a snow day come every winter. Now that I'm grown (kinda), I feel no more of that glorious rush of adrenaline for the moment I turn on the TV or computer in hopes of the county to please
please cancel school for the day (though it is the weekend) and no more need to go sledding down the biggest, most gargantuan, ginormous ginormous hill (partly because when I did go outside, the snow covered up to my boots, causing my every step to seem like climbing Mt. Everest).
I spent the majority of the day catching up on APUS or pigging out on holiday cookies/ramen in these socks.
Beyond insane height of snow...
I mean really, my deck was completely destroyed.
Oh well, might as well take in the beauty and silence of snowfall. My yard as of now can only be described as a blank, white canvas. Season's Greetings.
