Solitude

After a very busy weekend and a "snow day" home from school, I am happy to say that I have a quiet house to myself for a few hours.

I know what you are thinking: LUCKY!

In case you may think I will be running around the house in my underwear and sunglasses while singing classic rock songs into my hairbrush, I will share with you how I plan to spend those few quiet hours in gruelling, agonizing hardship.

I have a book on tape to finish.

I need to finish invitations for Lilly's Valentine's Day party.

I need to make valentine's for both Lilly and Emmett's classes.

I need to find out if Punxsutawney Phil saw his shadow. (Happy Ground Hog Day!)

AND, if I have enough time left, I need to make some plans for our Chinese New Year dinner tomorrow night.

Whew!  How do I ever find the time?

Again? The Mystery of the Lost Snow Storm

I woke up this morning at 5:20am like usual.  Since there had been a threat of freezing rain during the night, I asked Hannah to check to make sure school had not been delayed.  She grumpily assured me that everything was normal so we both got ready for Seminary.

At around 6:02 Hannah and I were the only ones sitting in my basement.  Feeling slightly suspicious of the fact there were not 13 other sleepy teenagers sharing the lovely church issued table, I asked Hannah to check once again about school.  And lo and behold, school had been closed for the day!  

With wide grins and a few grumbles that we were both awake when we could have been sleeping, Hannah and I made our way upstairs.  We waited a few minutes to make sure no one came.  Four students showed up (late I might add) and were shewed away amongst joyous calls.

But the thing that really bothers me is where did the bad weather go?  Sure it rained during the night, but there was no ice I could detect.  And what about the call for snow?

I find it quite hilarious that our district cancels school at the THREAT of snow.  No snow present needed to win.

I guess this former Ohioan just doesn't get it.