They've been talking all week about this huge storm that was coming on Friday. All school activities were canceled. The college sent out emails urging students to stay off the roads. We ran to the grocery store to grab the essentials- bananas, milk, beer, and bagels. Then we hunkered down, expecting the worst.
Though it had been 65 degrees and sunny on Thursday, the clouds started rolling in on Friday morning. Mama sent me on a very important mission to the mailbox- my favorite chore. She watches from the front door to make sure I watch for cars- though the only cars that drive by our house is our neighbors'. Our road is a circle and every one on either side of us goes away from our house to get out of the neighborhood.
Mama likes to watch me carry the mail up the driveway because I usually drop it four times. But today, she didn't get to see that because "the mailman closed the lid too tight" and I couldn't get the mailbox open. Instead I dissolved into tears, threw a tantrum and got sent immediately up to bed for a nap.
We spent Saturday lounging around watching BBC dinosaur documentaries on the Netflix. These are our afternoon shows of choice. Sorry, Bob the Builder. Mama didn't realize she looked so rough in this picture. She did drag herself upstairs at 6pm to take a shower and change out of her jammies.
And we continued to munch apples as we watch some pretty graphic dinosaur attacks.
Oh yeah, the storm. Despite our best wishes, it didn't snow on our house, even though just 10 miles north of us got a few inches. Mama and papa dragged us outside to inspect the damage. June showed her true southern roots and cried the whole time, even though she was wearing fleece lined overalls.
We didn't get snow, but we did get ice. And lots of it.
It covered our trees that have already begun to bud.
It must have been warmer when it rained, because the drops all froze.
I was pleased to see the trash can had icicles all over it.
And papa busted all the ice off the lid.
The ice was thick enough that mama was able to peel it off a leaf in one piece.
All this terrible weather made us hungry. Luckily, our steep driveway wasn't covered in ice, so we sent papa out for Chinese food for supper. And we surprised mama by trying some of it! Juner ate a half an egg roll (with sweet and sour sauce, please).
And I ate 2 crab rangoons. They were delicious. Papa even got Chinese donuts for desert and we polished them off.
After we went to sleep tonight, papa came upstairs and woke us up so we could see a miracle- snow! This is probably the most snow we'll see this year. And it will probably be melted when we wake up; it's supposed to be 45 degrees tomorrow.
One final note- papa wants to make it clear that all the yearning and whining for snow are clearly the sentiment of mama and I. He and Juner moved south for one reason alone- so they'd never have to see snow again. He even told me that if it does snow, mama will be taking me sledding, because he's staying inside.
