I can hear the word ringing through the house. The kids are thrilled of course. We didn’t get a lot, a couple of inches, but in this part of the world, snow means no school. We just aren’t equipped to deal the the fluffy stuff.
Well, snow days for them mean unproductive days for me. I can’t write hot smexxiness with kids squabbling, video games blasting and the kids going in and out of the house all day.
When I was a kid I loved snow. Living on the great plains, we got tons of it. I remember drifts which went to the roof of the school buildings. The sun would melt the top layer, then when the temps dropped, a glaze of ice would form. It was strong enough a smaller kid could walk right up to the roof of the building. We would sled on the drifts. Build forts. Have snowball wars.
Freeze out butts off.
I’m older now. Cold isn’t something I see the need to tolerate, and it certainly isn’t fun for me.
So, until the kids go back to school, I think I’m going to hole up with my Kindle and read.
Any of you have snowday books on your to-do list?