You know that old episode of “The Simpsons”, the one Halloween episode with the Groundskeeper-Willy-As-Freddy-Krueger vignete?? And in the beginning Marge tells the kids they were at the school during the 13th hour, of the 13th day of the 13th month to discuss the calender misprints?? And it was all snowy and nasty outside and as they’re passing the calendar (which says Smarch) in question Homer says, “Lousy Smarch weather.”?? Well, we’ve sort of adopted that phrase lovingly around these parts these days.
Where January was unseasonably warm and dry, and February more the norm, March has been a mess so far.? Snow, snow, snow… And ice.? And WIND.? Bleh.? I love stormy weather as much as the next girl, but all bets are off when the wind starts blowing.? And when I have to take my son to school in it. ? And ever since last year’s “incident” involving an icy driveway, I’m a lot more hesitant about heading out into the White. It wouldn’t be so bad if I could just hole up inside my house, bundle up in my fluffy robe and stay cozy and warm.
I suppose it’s too much to hope that all the snow will magically disappear in two hours.? Wish me (and my anti-lock brakes) luck!
This is me. I'm a thirtysomething stay at home mom to three kids. For years I was a stay at home mom to one kid and trying very hard to have more. It took a LONG time (ie: 6 1/2 years), but finally Liam arrived and charmed us with his blue eyes and ginormous, round head. Then we got a shock: I was pregnant again and this time it was a GIRL. Our hearts and home are full at last and now that we're done having babies, we get to relax (snort) and watch them grow (not too fast now, you hear?). Thanks for coming by, feel free to dip into my archives, read my About and History pages (just don't do Jackson's Story without tissues!) and make yourself at home.
