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In case you are living under a rock, it snowed here. It snowed on Christmas, but that was pretty much nothing compared to Snowpocalypse 2011. 
(I’d like to take a minute to say that I’ve tweeted the word “Snowpocalypse” so much that it now shows up in my autocorrect. True story.)
Anyway, it snowed here.  We knew last week that snow was coming, so we braced for it and prepared as best we could. Dan by buying milk, bread, and meats, and me by insisting I not be snowed in without Sauvignon Blanc.  (I’m happy to report there’s a magnum of Barefoot chilled in the fridge for me.)
I went all over creation to Target and Hell-Mart last night to find rain boots for me and Joshua so we wouldn’t get wet feet in the snow. And I failed. It seems they were fresh out of useful items in preparation for Snowpocalypse. (Or because they are out of season items. Whichever.)
And then, bummed that there was no snow yet, I went to bed to read. And Dan came in and said “Uh, when did you last look outside?” Which meant I was getting up out of bed and going to look out a window. And there it was. The beginnings of our “snow storm.”
Pay no attention to the empty planter. I have a black thumb.
I climbed back into bed and got all cozy and started reading again and Dan came in about half an hour later and said “You have GOT to see this!” So I, because I was comfortable and warm, handed him my phone. And he came back with pictures that looked like this.
I have nothing witty or informative to say here.
This morning when we got up, we had our very own winter wonderland.
Pay no attention to the Christmas bow on the lamp post. I forgot.
What does all this snow mean? 
That we’re going to bundle up as best we know how and go play in it, of course. Socks on hands and all. (Lots of pictures to follow.)
Annie! Let’s play!
Kind of confused about the socks on the hands.
Oh, hai Mama.
Doesn’t this face just scream “Happy”?
Giant Snow Angel, FTW!
Finally. A picture of his face and not the top of his head.
As good a picture of the two of us as I was going to get.
Me. Happy.

Ahhh, Snowpocalypse. I sort of love you.

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