I was *just* saying that our snow disappeared.
I mean, it's January in Maine.
Of course it's back.
Doesn't bother us one iota.
My plan for the morning was to get 8 loads of laundry folded. That's right. Eight. (That's what happens with out with trying to finish presents before it's time to give them and traveling out of state for the better part of the weekend).
That laundry stared at me. And I tried to tackle it. But the out of doors called to me.
So I followed.
And we had a grand, grand time making a snow fort with a five gallon bucket.