We got dumped on, as I mentioned in my previous post. Didn’t hear the usual phone call from Dad: “How’s the snow up there?”, so I called and left him a voicemail. 24 hours later, he called. Never heard the message, but as predicted he asked about the snow. So we’re now on the same page. I have snow, and I’ve admitted it to him.
It wasn’t a little snowstorm, either. I think we got 30″ of the stuff. Here’s some pictures to prove it. With more snow on the way this weekend, a White Christmas is guaranteed.
Woo hoo.
