Snow Day
Happy as a Bouvier in a snow bank.
The silence woke me up. No rattle of cars on the street. Then the phone, at 4 or 5 - my eyes didn't work well enough to tell the difference. It was my wife's school, calling. "Happy Day," I told the lady, and whispered the news. Feet danced.
It's now 7:30, and both boys are up. Why? Because there is no school.
The boys are thinking of snow football. I am thinking about shoveling. One had stuck a spoon from our honeymoon under his pillow, and wore an inside-out T-shirt and pajama pants to bed. He's already determined that the World Cup draw is on TV today. The other just came downstairs, looked at me, looked outside, looked at the clock and started hopping around the kitchen. This is not normal teenage behavior.
Then he announced, "I'm going back to bed."
Happy Day.
Dan, LOL...we're living in a parallel universe in our house. The 12-y-o got up, looked around, and went back to bed. The 14-y-o still hasn't seen the light of day...but last night they had the wishing and thinking...mom poppoed the bubble by saying "Homework first, then a snow dance."
That homework first part is the charm - like washing car to conjur rain. And big Lou -- snow in the living room?