I don't want to write an Apology Post, because that would assume that anybody cares or notices when I don't publish my rambling attempts at funny for a few days. But I do want to acknowledge that I haven't posted, and the last post I did write was a gripe. So I shall pull a Dwight Schrute on this: I state my regret.
Back to business!
In a true display of Dickensian Christmas spirit, more people were laid off at work this week. But as I sit here, through the window I'm watching snow drift on our porch. This makes me happy A) Because it helps me feel like it really is Yuletide, and B) Because I'm excited about finally giving our monstrous backyard hill some purpose: Sledding!
When Ethan woke up from his nap, I asked him if he wanted to see the snow. I opened the shutters and threw up the sash, revealing the breasts of new fallen snow. Or something. His response? A truly wonder-filled "Wow!" To which I replied, "I know, right?!"
The only real downside is that we're out of bread and milk, and if the past is any indicator, we might have a hard time procuring them. Because here in North Carolina, a particularly cold raindrop sends people into bad weather hysteria, buying up rations and gathering wood. A snowstorm? You might as well call it "nuclear fallout," because the reaction is the same.
Ethan was napping in the early stages of the storm, so here's a photo of my brother (sporting his new, Ashton Kutcheresque haircut).
Ain't he cute? Too bad he ain't rich.