I love the snow. It's beautiful, but we hardly get it here. And even when we do it's hardly anything, and by the next day it looks like someone shit on everyone's yard because it's already begun to melt. You have no idea how excited I was when it started snowing yesterday, found out today we'd have a snow day, and then woke up this morning to at least a foot of snow. I can barely remember it snowing this much when I was about 7. It was a good day for me, and I'm not used to that. I took some photos of the snow, and tomorrow I'll be sledding. I would have done that today, but I didn't have anyone to sled with, and I was painfully cold within the first few minutes of stepping foot outside.

No school tomorrow either. Life is good.