It started snowing yesterday morning. It never stopped. We got a total of 11 inches. All our snow clothes are boxed up and the hunky hubby just finished using the rototiller on our back yard to plant junk. We aren’t the only ones a bit flummoxed by the weather. The boys and I watched as songbirds and humming birds were flung about by the wind as they flopped their way toward Grammy’s feeders. We might not have any snow pants, but at least we don’t get blown away from the dinner table.
I promise you a crazed animal, a concussion, and a kiss in every single book...you're welcome!