I swore that when I left Boston I never wanted to see snow again. It was fun for about the first year or two, then it continually got old. I can probably attribute that to the fact that my snow got shoveled for me the first few years. Shovelling snow--and I mean real snow, feet of snow, can't open the front door of the house snow--is not fun (unless you don't have to be anywhere anytime soon and you can enjoy a few toddy's with your pals in the midst). Makes it seem not so cold, and you don't even realize you're breaking your back.
I thank God for the deep South. I will sleep soundly tonight knowing that our 3 inches will probably melt before I open my eyes tomorrow morning!
Anyway, let me stop yapping so you can look at pics of the most important member of our family. Here's your favorite lady:
