Friday, March 1, 2013

Into Every Life, A Little Snow Must Fall

Well, I had myself a little respite called a SNOW DAY, folks.

Of course I had already dragged myself out of bed, made lunch for me, The Pony, and Genius, taken a shower, styled my lovely lady-mullet, and decided what I was wearing. As I entered the Mansion living room, leaving the wheezing of the breather behind, I heard that BLIP! on my cell phone that signals something it up. Usually, it's something like an email from The Foot Store about a special on orthopedic old-lady shoes. But since I had seen a light dusting of snow across the front yard at 3:00 a.m., I went to check.

IT WAS A TEXT ANNOUNCING MY SNOW DAY!

At 5:31 a.m. I called the branch below me on the tree. She was skeptical. Like I would go around phoning folks at 5:32 a.m. as a pranker, cancelling schools across the land all willy-nilly. Within twenty minutes, I had received the automated parent call. I let The Pony sleep in, but he got up at 6:10 and went about his business like he felt guilty because he was ten minutes late.

"Oh, there's no school today."

"I'M GOING BACK TO BED!"

I puttered around and made a shopping list. Threw myself a pity party complete with streamers, balloons, a clown, pony rides, and an ice cream cake because I had developed a sore throat overnight, either from the tainted mist of sickly Farmer H's breather, or from that close-talker seventh hour who coughed RIGHT IN MY FACE, so close I could feel the droplets.

I deserved this snow day.

2 comments:

Sioux said...

I deserved one, too, but we were soooo lucky. Yes, lucky, lucky us. We got snow, but it instantly melted on the road.

Hillbilly Mom said...

Sioux,
It was gone by noon here. No problem in the 44 oz. Diet Coke department.