It is snowing hard outside right now. Not hard enough to call it a blizzard, but hard enough to awaken that faint hope that dwells in the hearts of my children all winter long: that by some miracle we will get 2 feet of snow overnight, and life will be canceled for a day. Every February needs a good snow day. A surprise snow day would be even better. But we aren't holding out much hope for much white stuff on the ground tomorrow morning.
I did find some white stuff in my bed that turned out to be the middle of a double stuffed Oreo. I know because I tasted it. I would yell at the kids for eating Oreos in my bed, but I'm pretty sure it was me.
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