Snow day!

Here in the Southern U.S.,  a "Snow Day" is any day in which any amount whatsoever of frozen precipitation falls from the sky, accumulating (or not) in any amount upon the ground.

This happens generally one day per year, typically in early February but sometimes as late as early March.

On this one day each year, 90 percent of commercial and educational enterprises in the state come to a screeching halt. The grocery stores, the night before The Big Storm, are stripped of their supplies of bread, milk and beer (the holy trinity of snow day supplies) and the one Burger King that remains open (and it's always only one) in the face of such calamity nets a profit approximately 4,763 times greater than all other days of the year, as everyone who can't seem to drive through the half-centimeter of ice on the roads to get to work finds themselves able, magically, to make the 10-mile trek to the restaurant for their morning coffee, which they forgot to buy at the grocery store the night before because they were too busy fighting over the last six-pack of Bud Light.

The last Snow Day we had occurred roughly this time last year, but Drew was too young to really appreciate it. This year, however, was another story.

Hearken back, if you will, to your childhood Snow Days. Those of you who grew up in the South will commiserate: didn't your mom, no matter how little snow there actually was, feel like you needed to wear two pairs of jeans, a jacket, a coat, a pair of mittens, two pairs of socks, snow boots and a ski mask before she'd let you outside? And then you were so bundled up that your arms stuck out at your sides so you looked like a mutant bird with broken wings and you couldn't bend your knees because of all the padding? So basically your time in the snow was spent waddling about looking like a drunk penguin?

Yeah. I would have done that to Drew, but his dad took off to work (he didn't rate a Snow Day, hahaha) in the Mercury, which contained the bag that held Drew's mittens and hat. So, yes, in these pictures, you will see my small child cavorting about in the snow with NO mittens and NO hat and only ONE pair of jeans and, if you look closely, you'll see only ONE pair of socks on his little feet. Obviously, I am neglectful.

Comments

[elizabeth]

what's even worse - having to go to school on a snow day and wearing your uniform in the snow. http://www.flickr.com/photos/ebeth/368420594/in/photostream/

[Kelly]

If only Alex had figured out snow was fun...maybe next year!