This morning, the view from my bedroom window looked like this - but mama still had to go to work. Really? Work? On a day like this?
So as she was putting on clothes other than her dog-walking ones, we got a phone call. SNOW DAY!!!
And I know exactly how to do a snow day. The first order of business is a MASSIVE CUDDLE PARTY.
See? Even Happy Bunny agrees (and he's the most self-centered toy ever - a few of his choice phrases are "Lets talk about me", "You suck and that's sad", and "Hi, Loser!").
Come on, YOU KNOW YOU WANNA CUDDLE
Cuddling accomplished - guess what's next on the Bogart Snow Day menu?
If you said Big Walk in the Snow, congratulate yourself - that's correct!
I fully realize that the snow is up to my chest. That my mighty paws are completely buried as I scamper about. AND I DON'T CARE
I can even find the odd stick that is above snow-ground. Lots of 'em have fallen in the park, the weight of the snow on the tree branches being overwhelming for some of them. Good for me, tho.
It's almost like swimming, but it's not. As in, I'm kind of buried but I cannot move. Maybe it's time to head to higher ground, or lower snow.
I likey what some people do when confronted with overwhelming snow. This was a huge snowman - simple, yes, but he made up in stature what he lacked in detail.
Rock on, Philadelphia!