storms of yore.

They weren't kidding. I think I'm going to start believing the weather people again. You see, where I live, they say one thing [i.e. snow] and we don't get it. It's so unpredictable. It's a joke among all of us Marylanders.

"Hey! Did you hear we're getting snow?"

"Really? Well, I guess I better get out the sunscreen and beach toys!"

Haha, okay, so in all seriousness, I wasn't expecting to get 17 inches of snow this weekend. But, when I woke up this morning, there was already 7 inches on the ground. Let me rethink that. Now, there's 20 inches on the ground and it's still coming down hard. Oh joyous occasion.

Tucker loves the snow. Like seriously, prancing-in-it-dancing-in-it-eating-it loves it.

So this historic storm is pretty cool. I love snow. It makes me feel cozy inside. We put up some more Christmas decorations and I've been sewing stuff too. Sigh. I love it. :)