All of a sudden, snow began pouring down yesterday afternoon. I became extremely excited and started rushing around. I scurried and got my fire going perfectly. I raced upstairs and put on my long-johns. I herded my animals onto the sofa with me. And then [big smile] I pulled up my quilt and propped my chin in my hand and got ready to watch the big flakes finally fly outside the big window.
But I wasn't there a minute before it was over. Almost as soon and as flurriously as it had started, the snow stopped. Within minutes, the weather was all "gorgeous" [please note sarcasm], and sunny, and warm, as if snowflakes had never happened.
C'mon, son! [Sad face.] Not cool.
Well. Be that way. Apple streusel bread, then.
It was a good pretend snow-day, anyway.