I'm easing back into the blogging world today.
It's a snow day here in the metro, and my husband and I are nestled up by the fire in our footie pjs, waiting for the storm of the century to pass.
Aaaaaany minute now, it's really gonna start to snow.
But I really feel for their kids, you know... they'll never really know what a snow-day is... what it means to rush to the window, throw open the curtains, and do the Pauly D fist pump in celebration of freedom. They'll never really know what it means to spend two hours pulling out the sled and piling on 15 layers of clothes, to waddle their way to the nearest hill for thirty minutes of exhausting fun... and, when they're finished and having stripped back down to their skivvies, proceed to drive their parents insane. They'll just never know...