SNOW!

I'm such a child. I'm thrilling at the sight of delicious little flakes of snow sifting down from a thick gray sky. Old habits die hard. Up until I was 22-years-old, snow meant a break from the norm. A delay, or, best of all, and honest-to-God day off without penalties. Snow days equal spontenaity, which I don't get enough of these days.

I wonder when I'll cross the fulcrum and find myself on the "Dammit, snow is a pain in the arse" side of things. It could happen if I moved to Minnesota, like some people. But chillin' in Maryland, we only get this stuff a couple of times of year. And most of the time, it melts about 2 hours after it lays. So, I'll enjoy it while it's here.

I just wish that I'd worn a coat with sleeves instead of my black Marty McFly thingamajig.

Things I Learned During the Ice Storm

1) I can carry a toddler, an infant in a car seat, and a medium-sized diaper bag all at once.

2) Allowing a man to scrape off and dig out my car does not infringe on my feminism.

3) In Laurel, MD, citizens are required to shovel their sidewalks within 12 hours of the end of a storm or face a fine.

4) The Boy might think that snow is pretty, but he can sure do without the ice.

5) Chinet comes in handy if you are caught without an ice scraper.