Okay, I almost didn’t make that the title because it is the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard.
Comparing a snow storm (one that isn’t even that bad) to the end of the world is nonsense.
Yet…
I can’t stop saying it.
Snowmaggedon.
It makes me giggle.
Say it with me.
Snowmaggedon.
It makes you giggle, too, right?
You don’t have to say it. I know it does.
So, as the world came to an end, outside, pounded by the softly drifting snow, the monkeys and I enjoyed a perfectly fabulous snow day.
There was hot chocolate, movies, and birthday cake baking.
There was also some playing in the snow.
It had stopped snowing for a while, and I had asked the monkeys if they wanted to go play outside.
They weren’t quite ready, yet.
However, once the snow started again and turned into what I would almost call “blizzard-like conditions,” they decided it was time to go outside.
Snow fun was always my favorite fun as a kid, so I bundled them up and sent them out.
As they walked into the driving snow I called, “If it gets so bad you can’t see each other, it’s time to come back in!”
Then, I toyed with the idea of tying them all together with a rope like they did in the episode of Little House on the Prairie where there was the terrible storm in Walnut Grove, and then again, when the students from the blind school had to get through a storm (but I think that might have been a dust storm).
I decided to take our chances.
Instead, I took pictures of the snow.
Here’s the deck. No hockey today.
We also decided to have lunch in the kitchen and not on the deck.
Maybe some barbeque for dinner?
Then again, maybe not.
The view of the woods was beautiful.
At one point, the monkeys called me to look because they had cleaned off the van.
However, by the time I walked down the five stairs to the front door, it was pretty well covered again.
The guy across the street used his snow blower seven times. I kid you not…seven times throughout the day.
Didn’t make a dent.
The monkeys came in after not too long in the snow.
They don’t have the snow constitution of their old mom.
Or, at least the snow constitution that their old mom had when she was their age.
I’d play in the snow until I turned blue.
So, they came inside, peeled off the wet clothes, put on some dry ones and snuggled under a blanket for a movie.
They took baths and got on their jammies after the movie, we ate dinner, and I was just about to start our bedtime routine when the calls came.
Snowmaggedon has taken another victim.
No school tomorrow.
Two snow days in a row?
Unheard of!
However, I’m sure we’ll find a way to pass the time.
