Woke up this morning to a lovely accumulation of white stuff on the ground. Now, for Nurse K or LL, this would qualify as “Awwwww, how cute! They actually call that a snowfall!”
But in Louisiana, this is considered a Big Deal. Now, further north where I grew up, it wasn’t uncommon to get a dusting every year, and every three or four cycles through the calendar, an honest-to-goodness snowfall.
Well, if you consider 6-10 inches a snowfall.
But down here in Cajun country, even a dusting this light makes motorists, public safety officials and school administrators lose. their. freaking. minds.
So, KatyBeth is home with me today, even though she would’ve been anyway due to a upper respiratory infection.
I took the opportunity this morning to introduce my daughter to the fun of snowball fights, snow ice cream, and making snow angels – although the snow angel morphed into a mud angel after only a couple of swipes with her arms.
Even Boots got in on the fun. I’ll bet when Babs rescued him from that south Georgia puppy mill, he’d never have imagined this:
Poor thing. I gave him a full body clip not a month ago, and now we’ve got snow on the ground. Guess he sleeps inside tonight.
