When the local newscasters start shrieking like middle school girls at a Color Me Badd concert (What? They’re not popular anymore? Why not? Yeah, I guess 1991 was a long time ago) you know something big is about to happen.
Local TV news stations have been starved of their most prized story for too long: a snow storm. It doesn’t matter this will amount to about three inches of wet flakes. I swear the guy I saw this morning on NBC-30 was about to wet his pants he was so excited.
Well, I’m excited too. My girls, a 6-year-old and a 2-year-old, are just like those newscasters, except more mature. They absolutely love snow. They’ve been moping around for weeks, wondering when they could go sledding, make a snowman and shovel the driveway and front steps (a guy can dream).
This is shaping up to be two little girls’ dream day: no school, snow angels and a trail of Hersey kisses outside their bedrooms leading to a Valentine’s Day surprise.