baby beanbag’s wish for more snow was granted. she caught snowflakes on her tongue and plowed ground snow into her mouth all day yesterday. it’s all frozen to ice now, but the fluff was well enjoyed while it lasted.
let’s not pretend that i didn’t sing Frozen songs loud enough for neighbors to hear while frolicking around and throwing snowballs at Harlot’s face. trust me, she loves it.
that’s three snowfalls in the span of one winter. impressive for this side of the coast!
i can only hope for more before it’s time to make the move to the deeper south. it looks like the spuds will be making the journey with me, but Harlot continues to be threatened with a return ticket if she terrorizes our future apartment sharers. we shall see…