Snowed In

Yes. We are. The snow began late Friday morning and did not stop until Saturday evening. We were under a blizzard warning all day long. When it finally ceased, there were over 30 inches of snow in our yard. 30. Yeah.

Oh! And...and...we had no power. All day on Saturday. Our house got down to 53 degrees! It was cold.

Needless to say, I have not left my house since Thursday evening, minus a quick run to CVS for necessities like paper plates and laundry detergent.

OH! And...and...we are expecting another 12-20 inches tonight! Yay for us **rolls eyes**.

And I have to admit, I've always had a Loralei Gilmore attitude when it comes to snow. I've always had a special place in my heart for the way it floats from the sky and sticks to your eyelashes. I love the smell of fresh snow in the atmosphere and how rosy your cheeks become after playing in it. It's clean and new and pretty and cleansing.

But much like Loralei, my love affair with snow is becoming tainted. For as pretty as it is when it's falling from the sky, the day after it snows, once the plowers have come through and there are 10 sedans stuck on the road shoulders, the bloom rubs off. Snow becomes dirty. And dangerous. And well, it keeps you in one place for far too long. The fact of the matter is, as much as I love snow...I don't always like it.

That being said, the family and I have found some great ways to entertain ourselves through all of this snow.

And snow is...well...pretty. Before the plowers come through and the cars get stuck anyway.

So, don't laugh too hard at me when I tell you, that in some small way, way back in the dark corners of my heart, I'm a slightly looking forward to another soft snowfall tonight. What can I say? My relationship with snow is complex like that.