30 JAN 2010
The weatherman promised snow. We don't get a lot of snow where I live, so when we hear there's even the most remote possibility, we get excited.
I keep saying we here. I probably really mean I.
Anyway, the weatherman promised snow. So with bated breath, I waited. And I waited. And waited. Finally, the first flakes fell. I cheered. My children cheered. My husband made faces at us. But then it stopped.
I took a picture of the post on my front porch to show what our snowstorm amounted to. What a disappointment!