Many moons ago, snow days meant waiting for a three digit code via KYW at 5:30 AM that granted a day off. Sleeping Beauty and I would celebrate with snow ice cream and snow ball fights, collapsing into an afternoon of sugar fueled Flintstone repeats and the smell of wet outdoor clothing burning dry on the heaters.
Snow days now mean a robotic voice calls to announce the Teen has no school and a late opening the next time school convenes, THREE text messages that both kids will indeed be off, and in case I was not clear, a streaming reminder from 6ABC.com that schools are closed. All of this before a flake hits the ground.
To prepare for the snow, Fat Mittens and Midnight have been banished to the basement. They don’t read or listen to the news so they keep regular time and I plan to sleep past six tomorrow. The Boy camped at Sleeping Beauty’s, where he and Bubbles! immediately got into Wii comas. The Teen went clothes shopping (on her own!) And the Mister got eggs. I have enough butter to make cookies and muffins, and my new crock pot will fill the house with sausage and garlic.
I have three books to read (Artie Lange’s Too Fat to Fish, Anita Diamot, and Deliverance), the cable is still working, and Mount Washmore beckons to be conquered.
There’s always a nap and gratuitous cups of coffee to sip.
Snow day, I’m ready!
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