(*) This is one of those rare occasions whereby I leave the hyperbole button untouched. Yes, we actually really literally did receive a full forty inches of snow in about fifteen minutes on Saturday. (OK. It took a little longer than fifteen minutes, but you get the idea.)
It's beautiful, it really is. Stewey and I awoke to nature's majesty and decided that we would try to capture it on the digital camera. After several minutes freezing my bazongas off while trying to figure out how to use said digital camera, I gave up and came inside. (Again...I'm relying on you to get the idea here, people, so work with me.)
The best part of the storm is that Aunt Chrissy was tooling around in it almost all day without realizing that a state of emergency had been declared and that she was not supposed to be tooling about in her fancypants little sports car with the wicked new snowtires, but that's another story for another day. Suffice it to say that methinks her phobia of driving in bad weather was fixed toot sweet.
(As for me, I'm just glad that she made it home safely and that I can now stop pacing around the house wondering when she'll call me to tell me that she's home -- warm and safe and dry.)
On the stitchy front, we have a new start! This is Country Cottage Needleworks Snowflake Serenade. I mean, come on. How could I NOT?
I hope that your Monday is off to a good start. Stewey and I are determined to build a snowman today, but it's more likely that we'll just take a nap instead. He's standing in the doorway to the bedroom with his little nightcap on and clutching his blanket. How am I supposed to resist that? Damn dog.