When I was young, this latest storm would have been a whiz-bang of a snowstorm; the kind where everyone (and I mean everyone) would get out their sled or toboggan and head for the local sledding hill, and spend the day going down at lightning speed, back up at a steady plod, and drinking lots of hot chocolate. You knew you weren't going to be in school for a few days, perhaps a week. Slumber parties, popcorn, and rounds of Dark Tower ensued. It was a holiday of epic proportions.
But today, we have a sheet of ice, drizzle, and yuck. The boys are playing Starfall, dinosaurs are on the TV, and the fire won't catch. I am still sick as the proverbial dog. I am thinking about pulling out the popcorn just to cheer everybody up. Maybe I can find some hot chocolate. We can at least have the warm snuggly part of the snowday, right?