It's snowing like a son-of-a-gun. We're expecting.... drum roll please... twenty inches between today and tomorrow. Holy snow piles, Batman. Those plows we're being taxed extra for have not yet made an appearance so our neighborhood is blissfully silent. I love being snowed in.
We got our tree up this week and it's so pretty. Instead of using our matchy-matchy ornaments we put up all our old favorites.