Forgive me for being so absent today. My children and I have been enjoying the major winter storm.
For starters, we stood outside, heads tilted back, mouths open, tongues stuck out, to catch snow, you know? After seven minutes, a single, solitary snowflake fell, so we all ran toward it and crashed into each other like the Three Stooges. And really, does it get any funnier than that?
Then I lay down and showed the children how to make a snow angel. Mine was brown. The oldest said, "But that's just dirt. And your coat is all muddy now." I said, "What are you talking about? We are having a major winter storm. Didn't you hear? This is snow. Lots of it."
After a while, the snow stopped, so we took the shovels and gathered all we could from the backyard, which is about a quarter acre, so it took us a while, as you can imagine. We made an enormous snowman out of this massive snowfall. Thank goodness we have such a large freezer, because we brought it inside to save it, you know, so we could show people later, and they'd gasp and say, "It's a wonder you survived! That must have been a hell of a storm!" And you know what? It was.