Snowballed

So ... allegedly the sky is falling and there is more snow to come tonight into tomorrow and what was once SNOWPOCALYPSE NOW! is about to become SNOWMAGEDDON!!! and I really think it's time for any friends or relations who live south of West Palm Beach to hurry up and claim me already so I can get the hell out of here.

We did go out and play on Sunday. It will never cease to amaze me that you can spend 45 minutes putting on turtlenecks, sweaters, socks, leggings, more socks, snow pants, scarves, coats, hats, mittens, sunglasses, and then get outside and play for like 10 minutes, take one faceplant into a snowdrift and be all: "I don't like this, can we go to the beach?"

(Note to self: Get a stinkin' steadycam.)

I'm not sure how I feel about all of this snow, either. In theory, I like it -- in small quantities, around Christmastime, overnight, just enough to make the world look like a powdered donut inside a snowglobe. But I spent four winters in Syracuse, survived but barely, have the psychological scars from an endless winter to prove it, and I kind of think I'm over it all.

I don't know how my sister and her family in Chicago do it, handle all that cold and all that wind and all that snow for so long at a time. Probably I'd go butternuts crazy, assuming I weren't already, which I totally am, so I don't know what I'm yammering about.

Doesn't she look like Anne Ramsey there? From "Throw Momma From The Train" and "Goonies"? How weird is that? Shae doesn't normally look like anybody except My Anonymous Mother, which is plenty disturbing enough.

It also looks like our little vacation is going to have to be postponed or cancelled, which I don't even want to talk about, because I was so looking forward to it. And now I am bummed because I can't get to New Jersey. The mind, she boggles!

Anyway ... if you're due for more snow, like we are, be safe and warm. I'll have some spiked hot chocolate for you while I slowly go out of my mind from Disney movies. See you on the flipside.