Tuesday, January 20, 2009
MOM: As I climbed into bed last night, I chuckled at the possibility there *might* be 1-4" inches of snow on the ground by morning light. I was skeptical, yet hopeful. Afterall, Husker has yet to experience snow in his 5 months on this earth. I've yet to experience snow in the Carolinas. And let's be honest, these people will FLIP OUT at the site of a single flurry and that will undoubtedly provide us with adequate entertainment for our first day back to work after a three-day weekend. (Try driving in just rain in Charlotte - for a light sprinkle, they have their flashers on and the wipers in spaz mode. No, seriously...).
Ok, so I dreamed about snow all night - and the disappointment I might feel to not see at least a light dusting. But alas, my first glimpse out the window this morning brought great delight as my eyes focused and one-half inch of white, fluffy goodness was revealed to me. I must admit that I rushed through my morning routine to be able to spend a few extra moments taking in Husker's first winter wonderland experience.
He was less curious than I anticipated... and his first yellow snow provided quantifiable evidence as to just how bad he does have to go in the morning when I let him out. He kept his nose down as we walked, and frequently looked back at me as if to say, "What is this stuff, Mom?" He was, of course, his usual hyper self, and proceeded to pull me along the slick sidewalk - no really, my feet weren't moving; my heels were actually dragging... and in snow boots, even!
We walked up to the little park and he pranced around for a bit (and pooped, as per normal morning ritual). The wind was brutal, so I had to cut the adventure short.
Fast forward 20 minutes and I'm on my way to work. Not only am I stunned that every school in a 50 mile radius is closed for a half-inch of white death, but so are businesses. Really? Even better was the lady who called in to announce that she just woke up and "This is the BEST day ever!"
... oh boy, this is going to be a long day.