Snow! Again! Where we live, snow is rare enough, never mind the "again" part. (Had I mentioned we had snow the day after Christmas?) Here's what we woke up to yesterday morning:
I took that standing in our back door in my pajamas, barefoot. A couple of seconds later I realized that wasn't at all wise, and ran for my coffee and some socks. Didgeridoo Boy called me a dunce, and I agreed.
After coffee and Pop Tarts (blueberry), we took Totsi the Dog for a walk. Didgeridoo Boy whacked me with a snowball. I gave chase, kicking snow at him and exciting the dog, who I then took on a calming jog around the neighborhood while Didge went inside dry off. Guys? If your wife has proper snow-worthy outerwear from having lived in a snowy place in a past life, hitting her with snowballs and having her retaliate means *you* get sent home while she stays dry and warm.
Naturally, as soon as we came back in, Totsi wanted to go back out. She stayed in this position for about fifteen minutes, not even blinking.
So Didgeridoo Boy obliged her. See them off in the distance? I'd changed back into loungey clothes again, and was standing in the door trying to snap pictures of them. Barefoot. (Again.)
He returned home so excited he danced, a state I call "disco excited". A sled was what he needed, he said, and Totsi could be his (wait for it) sled dog. We bandied the yes and no of his idea around for several minutes, an exchange that culminated in Didge finding a laundry basket, lighting up, and saying, "Oh, yes!" with me responding with yet another, "Oh, HELL no." I hid her leash and explained the dynamics of, "Oh, HELL no." That wasn't going to happen, although I told him he could slide around using his own power, and that I'd be happy to join him. Never mind that I had no way of getting us to the emergency room post epic slide down the big hill and failed Knievel laundry basket sled jump into the ten-feet-deep creek bed - - and you KNOW that would have happened.
Luckily by that point sleet had started to fall, so we settled in for a peaceful (!!!) day of semi-hibernation. There's still snow on the ground this morning, but it's frozen into a lovely sheet of ice that's rather difficult to maneuver with any amount of grace or stability. To step out the door is to bust your ass, pretty much, so we're staying put again today. Yes, I realize the snow's being frozen solid also means it's the perfect surface for sliding around on in a laundry basket. If you don't hear from us tomorrow, it's likely we're in traction.
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