Last night, a few minutes after 11:00pm, I shut my laptop, stood up from the kitchen table, and announced that I was going to bed. In response, Murphy blew a transformer and the neighborhood went black.
Bob stood up from our little computer huddle and realized that in the hour since we’d gone workaholic, there was a solid inch of snow outside and it was still falling.
There was no bed after that. I ran straight out into the street and wrote my name in four-foot tall letters down the road. Bob got me some real gloves — proper ones with fingers. And fur. And then I made snowmen. I can’t actually remember the last time I made a real snowman. With real snow. So I made two. ‘Cause I can’t have a Dickie without a Tomo. And they can’t not have the ingredients for squirrel fixins.
Pics are in the latest Picasa album: click the snow-covered Princess to see them!