That's when the little kid in me said, "Screw it," and laughed because I said screw. (Okay, I might have laughed because I used the much more adult synonym, but go with me here.) Since snow is rare in these parts and fluffy snow is even rarer, I decided to play in the snow all day instead of type.
Consequently, what would have been a post about being behind is now a post about my behind throwing snowballs for hours and my dogs gobbling them up.
Here are Bailey and Bella first testing out the snow and trying to decide whether they liked it. Bella loved it right off the bat. Bailey not so much.
When we went in for General Hospital, Bella took her snowball with her and ate it.
While Bailey did what he does best on the upstairs futon.
By the time the show was over, Bella was howling and hitting the door to go back out.
As you can see from the picture below, she may need a 12-step, snowball addiction program soon.
Bailey warmed up to the snow a little.
While I had to literally drag Bella out of it.
I also made two mini snowmen that were soon buried in new snow.
The dogs and I were in and out of the snow for hours. Now we're in, the dogs are snoring, and I'm about to go soak in the tub to warm up. It wasn't a very productive day. I still haven't finished The Bricklayer, found a job, or posted the blog award that I got the other day, but I did have fun playing in the snow. All in all, I say it wasn't too bad of a Friday.
If you didn't take a snow day and did do a Flat Ass Friday post that you'd like to share, I'm still including a MckLinky below. As long as it doesn't snow again, my own post should return next Friday.
(Apparently, my editing skills took a snow day, too. I've had to republish this post for typos five times now.)
