Wednesday, January 7, 2009

Snow ... snow ... snow

I really do like a fresh blanket of snow. Especially the day after the storm if the sky is blue and our mountains sparkle.

But after shoveling a foot of snow (I really do mean at least 12 inches) from my driveway, which is disproportionately large in comparison to the size of my house, I promptly booked a ticket to visit my parents in Florida.

8 comments:

CL said...

Wait! Take me with you!

Brittany said...

i didn't know they were in florida!! i'm jealous.

Gina said...

I love it too! But I don't have an outlet like FL to run to in Feb when I am REALLY sick of it.

Carol-Lyn said...

oh ... Cara ... of course you can come!!!

Carol-Lyn said...

Brittany ... they actually didn't move permanently to FL. They're just there for an extended winter visit. How would it be? I guess I'll just have to pretend to live their life for a weekend :)

amelia said...

WAH your parents moved?! Take me too!

amelia said...

(Oh, I just scrolled and read your comment. Do you make fun of them for being old and going somewhere warm for the winter?)

Carol-Lyn said...

Yup, Amelia, I never pass up an opportunity to lay a geriatric joke on Larry!