Because they are stealing my best material.
I tell my funny, quirky, who-would-have-thunk stories to them, and then when I sit down to write for the blog (if I sit down and write for the blog), I'm all pensive.
For the love of laughter. I keep saying this, but I promise: I am NOT this serious in real life. Let's just chat, shall we?
Let me do the first thing Midwesterners do if we sit down for coffee -- we talk weather. And this winter has left us with no end of details to discuss, because hello -- winter hasn't really arrived. We had a brown Christmas, we've been above freezing for much of January and we haven't had a plowable snowfall since December 4.
But today, hallelujah, it's snowing!
About freakin' time. If we're lucky, we'll get enough to cover the grass completely. But I'm not holding my breath.
Keep in mind, this pitiful excuse for a winter follows last winter, which was the third snowiest winter in history for Minnesota. This time last year, almost 60 inches of snow had fallen already.
Here. Let me show you a few pictures I took last winter, shortly after we moved into our new house.
The snow drifts outside the kids' school last year.
Our front walk.
So. Pretty. I almost want to swoon over those photos.
And this year? We haven't even gotten 12 inches of snow. Total. And most of that has come in dribs and drabs and then has melted within 24 hours. It's depressing.
If you'd really like to be on Irony Patrol, consider that Seattle got six inches of snow this week. And I didn't want to move there because I didn't want to leave my snow.
(AP Photo, Elaine Thompson)
Don't you love that photo? The people of Seattle's Queen Anne's neighborhood converting the street into a giant sledding hill. That, right there, is why I love snow.
Snow is magic. It calls to the kid in us and gives us an excuse to indulge the spontaneous and silly. Throw snowballs, make a snow angel, whoop it up on a sled that inevitably spills you into a snowdrift. It's allowable. Heck, it's encouraged.
Mr. Snowman, bring me some snow.