So, there I was at work, just a working away, when one of my coworker tells me, "They said it's snowing."
"Really?" says I, my face lighting up like the daughter of the original weather holic that I am. "I'm going to go see."
Off I trotted (not literally, workplace safety and all that) to the nearest door and sure enough, tiny white flakes were drifting down from the gray sky. It didn't last long, though, and soon, all we were left with was cold. Bone chilling, mind numbing cold.
It was a perfect day to come home to a nice fire in the grate
and a bit of knitting in my lap.
Hey, it could be worse. I could live where my sister does.
So, see? There is always a bright side to everything.