We've already gotten almost 2 inches of snow, and they're calling for a whole lot more over the course of the day. After several near-misses, it looks like this storm is going to hit us head-on and bury us. I don't feel safe taking my tiny car into work and back in 6 inches of snow, especially since the worst part is predicted to hit just before I'm headed home, and I do not feel like camping out at the hospital overnight. So, I called out and I'm declaring this a snow day. Hopefully I can get some stuff done and then come tell you all about it. But first, I figured I would surprise my husband with a cleared driveway, since he was up most of the night and will probably have no energy for shoveling once he wakes up.
All by myself! I think I may have had half a heart attack in the middle there, but I recovered. I know it doesn't look like much of an accomplishment, but it's the heavy, wet, snowman-making snow, which is fun to play in but hell to shovel. And since the snow was right and I needed company, meet Lumpy, my snowman.