No snow.
Now rest time has devolved into a tickle contest.
Just talked to Mama Teacher, who crushed her hand in a snow blower. It's in a splint but not broken, poor thing. Hard to write Christmas cards, wrap presents, and bake cookies one-handed. At least it was her left hand. Heal soon, Mama Teacher. And let me know if we can help.
Now we're headed downstairs for the hot chocolate we were saving for snow. Oh, well. The fun continues even without it.
But we're all kinda disappointed.
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