We don't get the same snow storms here that I got growing up. My kids will ever have the joy of getting white washed daily by the cute boy down the street when they get off the school bus, or experience the delight of making morning snow angels in December and they will never get to have a snowball fight with their Georgia cousins and neighbors.... well, unless they come over the day Grandma's annual Christmas package comes because that's the one day a year we're guaranteed to have a snow storm. 
(For the record; Doug saw the mess and thinks I'm crazy....)

(and for the record; I heard the giggles and didn't care about the clean up.)

(well.... until about this exact moment. The phone rang. It was the realtor. She had a family that wanted to come by and look at the house asap.)
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