Hi Everybuddy! Here is something to sort of "set up" this blog post.
Years ago, I used to be a Nanny for a husband and wife who were employed with a major airline, he was a pilot and she a flight attendant. We will call them John and Marsha, and their beautiful baby daughter whom I took wonderful care of. OK, so now and then there might be a plane crash or an accident worth noting and when that happened, the phone started ringing. John's Dad, John's Grandma, his mother, his sister all called to check and see if maybe this place of accident is where John was on this day. (It never was.) Then Marsha's Dad, Grandma, mother, Grandpa, sister would all call with the same query. Was this and was Marsha there? (She also never was.) So I would have nine phone calls to comfort and tell family their son and daughter were not involved in an accident.
Now we come to Minniesnowda, 2012, with lots of headlines about a big snow here in this state. We were projected to get a good hit of the stuff but here is what we got:
Not even 2" of snow! Stella has found someplace out there where if she digs a little, she can even come up with Mud. She is quite happy doing this, so when she comes in, and brings this black stuff with her, she is eager to get out there again and have some more fun in this mess. I, on the other hand, am appalled at what the kitchen floor and Stella's bed look like so soon I will get the cleaning supplies and get to it.