While the sky let loose about four inches of snow on our neck of the woods yesterday, Abby and I stayed inside where it was warm, and she only put up a little bit of protest to my efforts at taking her picture in her fuzzy pink winter jammies.
Meanwhile, this southern girl is still getting used to the fact that winter weather advisories actually mean something up here in Virginia. When they say "chance of snow" here, they mean serious business. Thankfully, snowplowing is actually something people are employed to do where we live, since, unlike in Georgia, life doesn't come screeching to a halt when the first flake hits the road. I must say, there's something delightfully winter-y about seeing this kind of view from our front door. I guess next year Abby and I will have to go shopping for some cute pink snow boots. (And maybe we'll get her a pair, too.)
While the sky let loose about four inches of snow on our neck of the woods yesterday, Abby and I stayed inside where it was warm, and she only put up a little bit of protest to my efforts at taking her picture in her fuzzy pink winter jammies.
Meanwhile, this southern girl is still getting used to the fact that winter weather advisories actually mean something up here in Virginia. When they say "chance of snow" here, they mean serious business. Thankfully, snowplowing is actually something people are employed to do where we live, since, unlike in Georgia, life doesn't come screeching to a halt when the first flake hits the road. I must say, there's something delightfully winter-y about seeing this kind of view from our front door. I guess next year Abby and I will have to go shopping for some cute pink snow boots. (And maybe we'll get her a pair, too.)
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