The south is a land of extremes.
Saturday, I wore shorts and sunscreen.
Last night, two days later, we got our annual snowfall.
Just after dark, big fat wet fluffy flakes began falling from the heavens. We went to bed dreaming of making snowmen and snow angels in the morning.
If Sean wants to make a snowman I’ll have to send him up on the roof as that is where most of the snow has accumulated.
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The last time we had a decent snow around here was on Valentines day, 2004. Sean was three months old.
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This morning this boy and his father managed to cobble together enough snow to make a snowball. They lured me outside clad only in my hot pink chenille robe to see this snowball with the request that I take a picture of it. I am so gullible. And then they chased me around the yard and threw it at me.
Never trust a boy with a snowball.