This weekend, I had the good fortune to be visiting my parents in the mountains when we got ourselves a good, old-fashioned Snow Day.
Now, even though both of my parents are retired from our county school system, the promise of a Snow Day still connotes a day of fun -- an escape from everyday worries and routines.
|Sophie didn't see what all the fuss was about.|
The old joke goes that Southerners storm the grocery store whenever even a hint of snow is in the forecast. I find that we Kentuckians do fall into this pattern, even though snow isn't a rare occurrence for Kentucky winters. I certainly saw a guy buying three gallons of milk at my hometown grocery store on Saturday afternoon, and briefly wondered if he had himself a neat little speculation/profit scheme.
This weekend, we got four beautiful inches of snow, which might be a joke to my friends in Chicago or a blizzard to my friends in Atlanta. Here, it was just enough to celebrate!
Do y'all still love Snow Days?