Snow??

There's a forcast of six inches or more of snow tonight. And while everyone's thrilled about the possibility of a day off, all I want is spring. I know I've got nineteen days until the OFFICIAL spring, and I know March "comes in like a lion, goes out like a lamb," (blah, blah, blah) but I want it now! I want to get woken up by birds in the morning instead of by my snow-dusted cat, I want to be able to walk through the park holding hands instead of mittens, I want to sit on my porch wearing a dress instead of a parka.

Now, don't get me wrong, I LOVE the snow, more than probably a solid 95% of the population, but March does NOT equal snow time. It means roses and sunshine and green grass, not white. It means picnics and cardigans and I'm-going-to-wear-these-flip-flops-even-though-it's-a-little-too-chilly-for-flip-flops. Last night, my mom went to bed saying, "tomorrow's March! I'm going to putz around in the yard, cleaning things up a bit, like I always do come March." Now, we're watching the pre-blizzard snow melt and muddy up the yard. Tomorrow, we'll be shoveling the driveway.

All that said, if tomorrow does wind up being a snow day, I'll be the first one outside building Roger 2.0.