Last night before going to bed I heard all of the weather men squawking about us getting 3-5 inches of snow. So when I woke up this am I was surprised to find absolutely no snow. I scoffed at their wayward predictions. Turns out that they were just a few hours off because today at 1:00 pm it started, and it hasn't stopped.Call me crazy, but I thought one of the perks to living down here was the whole no winter bit. This is DEFINITELY winter! As you can guess there will be no going anywhere tonight or tomorrow for that manner. As they say, "I hope Mr. Young will remember, the southern man don't know how to drive in the snow anyhow." Or something like that...
True to his Cascadian blood, Stanley didn't mind one bit. In fact he used the snow as an invitation to jump all over me for play. Seizing the opportunity I started throwing snowballs at him. Though he seemed to like it, I felt the fight was a bit unfair. Turns out that it's pretty difficult to make snowballs with paws. We had to come in after a few minutes due to the cold. Oh, the days where 32 degrees at 5:00 pm meant, "hey, spring's right around the corner."
