Snow

What an uncreative title for a post!! Sigh. I like snow. I liked it much better when I was younger and it meant no school. AND when my dad drove us around in the snow and act as if it was no big deal. And someone else was responsible for making sure there was enough milk and bread to last until it was nicer outside.

I also liked playing in the snow and going sledding down the ONE hill in Greenville. Everyone drove there to sled down Memorial Hill in the park. There also was the little hill-hazard in the golf course across the road from my house. (Clarification: this is was no country club golf course, there also were cows and hogs next to us too.) That really wasn't a hill at all - but it was in walking distance. I think that my driveway is much steeper than Memorial Hill. Not quite as long, but steeper for sure.

PS. I attempted to pull up into my drive tonight - an attempt to overcome my fear of our snow-covered drive. (I compulsively shovel it.) I should have just listened to my gut!! I made it about half way up before I started to just slide back down. And for all of you reading this (when I get around to telling people about it) - I couldn't have just used more gas b/c then I would have ran into either the garage door or the side of my house when I got to the top of hill. Trust me, I would have. So I slid back down and parked neatly on the side of the road. It's not like the my car will prevent the salt truck from working his magic whenever they decided to come by b/c nearly everyone on our street has at least 1 car on the road tonight. (All conviniently pointing down the hill.)

I could ramble more as I wait for Andrew to get home, but I probably should do something else...

Here's hoping for a Level 3!! (but I don't have class anyway on Friday, so I wouldn't enjoy the joy of OU being closed for a day...)