SNOW!

My inner 8 year old nearly had a time out this morning when I walked out the door to head off to work and saw snow, that magical wonderful white stuff piled up on my car. And on the grass. And on the roof tops.

I got so excited that my inner 8 year old almost had me talked in to calling off for a snow day.

Then my outer 32 year old was reminded that we DO have bills to pay and calling off for snow wouldn't go over too well with my grinch of a boss. So I put my inner 8 year old in time out, cleaned off the car and only threw one snowball in the process.