We’re supposed to get some snow tonight and tomorrow morning.
A LOT of snow. The news is predicting 8″-10″ or even more. Looking out on our deck from my spot on the couch, I can see that we’ve already gotten at least 1″, and the winter storm warning is supposed to be in effect until 7 p.m. tomorrow.
I have mixed feelings about this. On the one hand, snow is so pretty, and I’m looking forward to playing outside with the kids tomorrow. (Big Brother mentioned it several times today already.) Surely there will be enough snow for a snowman! I may even be able to talk Tim into building a fire, and we’ll sit around the fire drinking hot chocolate and admiring the Christmas tree.
On the other hand, I hate to shovel snow. Hate, hate, hate. I admit that Tim does most of it, but when we get THIS much I really can’t expect him to do all of it on his own. Ugh. Looks like it’s time to dig out the boots. (And why oh why didn’t I ask Tim to get some more salt when he and the kids went to Home Depot this afternoon? Maybe I was just too excited at the prospect of having an hour to myself?)
Here’s a gratuitous picture of BB (a.k.a. “Randy”) from when he was 21 months old. I hope that Little Sister is a little more enthusiastic about the snow tomorrow!