If life imitated art, the amount of snow we would have received today would have been three snowflakes instead of three feet.
OK, we didn't really get three feet. It just felt like three feet as I tried to shovel a path for the boys to do their thing this morning. I finally gave up and figured I'd deal with their thing in May.
I ventured out into the tundra last night for EGA and am glad I did. Not only did I get to spend a few hours stitching three snowflakes, I also learned that I'm braver than I think (for leaving the house after dark and in bad weather), and I was treated to a hot chocolate by Miss Charlene.
It's a new thing...hot chocolate. I hadn't really had it since I was a kid and Miss Charlene has introduced me to the joys of a steamy cup of it to set the world right. After the gallons and gallons of tea that passed my lips during the Downton Abbey bingeing, this is a lovely change of pace.
I hope you are warm and safe and dry today, kids. Here in Hoosierville we're hunkered down with blankets, some stitching, a few good movies....and hot chocolate!