My apologies in advance for the ten tons of snow.
I woke this morning and looked outside.
It was pitch dark and as still as the pages of a bible in an atheist's bookshelf.
But it's coming.
Oh boy is it coming.
Oh boy is it coming.
I owe an apology to everyone living even remotely close to me.
Darling daughter made me do it.
She read it in a book (children's) so you know it has to be true.
She forced me into a snow dance.
The book said, if the weatherman predicts snow,
in order to guarantee a good amount, before bed you must...
1.
put your pajamas on backward and inside out
2.
put a spoon under your pillow
3.
tape a penny to your bedroom door
4.
get up on the bed and do the craziest dance you can imagine.
You should have seen us!
It was partay time at our house!!!
I got so wrapped up in the fun, I forgot the point.
Snow? Oh nooooooo!
We shouldn't have danced so hard!
But we did.
So.
I apologize in advance for the snow.
