Two miracles happened today:
1) It snowed.
2) I blogged.
I'm just so happy that Utah finally decided to host a little bit of winter that I simply canNOT hold back. I just have to record it.
It finally snowed. It's only March, you know. Sorry, Utah, but winter actually started waaay back in December.
Yep, I'm sorry you've been so confused. . . but glad you've chosen to come out of your season-confused funk.
These are my rain boots, not my snow boots. My snow boots were waaay on the other side of the house, in my closet--at least a 5 second walk. Much too far so I grabbed what was close.
(Yes, those are my jammies tucked into my snow boots. Come on, it was only noon.)
(Yes, those are my jammies tucked into my snow boots. Come on, it was only noon.)
And yes, we still have a dog. She runs super-fast in non-stop circles around the back yard, even in the snow. When she acts like this we say, "Uh-oh, Molly has the zoomies again." She is Psycho Dog.
(See how her hind legs are in a rabbit-like pose? It makes for an uber high-speed bolt.)
(See how her hind legs are in a rabbit-like pose? It makes for an uber high-speed bolt.)
Psycho Dog eats snow. Preferably only white snow*. . . but there are no guarantees.
(My boys have informed me they don't like this picture of Molly. Because it shows her lip. And apparently her lip looks weird.)
*As opposed to the ever-disgusting yellow snow. Ick.
