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Punctuated for effect: I. Love. Snow.
When I was quite little, my mom stayed at home with both me and my brother. Any day it would snow, we'd all go outside and play until mom said we were too cold and should go in (for some reason when you're little and things are exciting and you want to play, the word cold doesn't even enter your mind). Once we came in, we stripped off the soaking coats, boots, snow pants, gloves and hats while standing on the blue shower curtain that was always laid there for just that reason. Mom would make us hot cocoa and put our damp things in the dryer.
I really don't know who started it, but since I could remember, mom and I kind of have a tradition of calling each other when it's snowing. It didn't matter if I was at school in Pittsburgh and she was in MD, it's just what we do. There's nothing special about the calls themselves, it's just usually "It's snowing! Just had to call you and let you know! Love you! Bye!"
Oh man, snow is so great. I don't ever want to be like the grownups that are outside the window from me right now: entirely too focused on finding parking spaces and what to buy their relative who has everything and how to close that deal with that big account.
Eff them. I'm going to go eat some more snowflakes.
When I was quite little, my mom stayed at home with both me and my brother. Any day it would snow, we'd all go outside and play until mom said we were too cold and should go in (for some reason when you're little and things are exciting and you want to play, the word cold doesn't even enter your mind). Once we came in, we stripped off the soaking coats, boots, snow pants, gloves and hats while standing on the blue shower curtain that was always laid there for just that reason. Mom would make us hot cocoa and put our damp things in the dryer.
I really don't know who started it, but since I could remember, mom and I kind of have a tradition of calling each other when it's snowing. It didn't matter if I was at school in Pittsburgh and she was in MD, it's just what we do. There's nothing special about the calls themselves, it's just usually "It's snowing! Just had to call you and let you know! Love you! Bye!"
Oh man, snow is so great. I don't ever want to be like the grownups that are outside the window from me right now: entirely too focused on finding parking spaces and what to buy their relative who has everything and how to close that deal with that big account.
Eff them. I'm going to go eat some more snowflakes.