It was funny… and then it sucked.

Last Friday night it snowed.  And again, Durham went crazy.

This is what passes for treachery down here:

But then Steve put boot chains on his Converse shoes and took care of business.

It’s highly abnormal for us to get this much snow, so Sunday we went sledding.  Kind of.  What passes for sledding in North Carolina is a little different from how we did it up north.  For example…

Boogie Board = N.C. Sled

Raft = Trashier N.C. Sled

The snow day we had on Monday was inevitable.  That’s just how they roll here.  We played snow soccer, made a snow madam, etc, etc.  A friend brought over hot wine, I fell asleep outside in an Adirondack chair (unrelated events).  All in all, not a bad day.

The snow day we had today was cruel and unusual punishment.  We killed the morning at the museum, but by late afternoon I was sharpening my knives.

And then we got an email saying school is canceled again tomorrow.  Keep in mind that it hasn’t snowed since SATURDAY MORNING.

This is what happens to a mother when there are too many snow days in a row:

One thing’s for sure–Resolution #4 is off the table until this snow day **bleep** comes to an end.

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Wed morning post script:  As I look out the window this morning, birds are singing, trees are budding and, I swear to God, my pansies are blooming.  Another scary winter day here in Durham.

There has been a request for a photo of the snow madam, so here she is:

no, not that one–that’s SAHS.  I’m talking about the frosty dame with the purple hair.  And in the background you can see the Adirondack chair in which I fell asleep on that horrid horrid winter day.

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Bonus:  Because I am a wicked Mommie Dearest who doesn’t cook meat, here is a picture from Sunday of the snow hot dog my husband made for my youngest, and another one of her feasting upon it.  Poor child.