Poor Amos. The white stuff on the ground this time is just ice pellets, like an unflavored snowcone that got put in the freezer. No fun at all. Amos’ obsession with building a snowman has passed, I suppose because it was never going to happen so he gave up. We tried to sled down our front hill yesterday with disastrous results. Amos’ boot came off halfway, and we ended up in a gutter with my butt 2 inches deep in melty slush and the sole of my snowboot ripped halfway off. I say, bring on spring!
Tags: cold, disappointment, snow
Austin Bailey used to like traveling, snazzy restaurants, oversized mugs of beer and sleeping late. Now she likes nesting, Wacky Packs, coffee drinks and sleeping through the night.