Boulder, Colorado has shut down. No school, no work for most, and some mighty treacherous roads. Over a foot of snow fell while the Front Range slept last night, but what a beautiful sight to wake up to!
The funny thing is, growing up in Montana, I still don't remember a single snow day. I also don't remember the name of my second grade teacher, so that's not saying much.
I can't say I mind having an excuse to curl up inside a heated apartment. This a multiple mugs of tea sort of day.
For a 13 inch Beagle, 12 inches of snow is no joke. Our morning entertainment was watching Buckley run like a mad man through a field of untouched snow. He resembled more of a rabbit than he did a canine.
After snow tunneling lost its appeal, Buckley proceeded to finally end the slow suffering of his toy Beagle. Was it wrong for me to buy him this toy? I'm getting mixed reviews. When he violently ripped the last of the stuffed dog's fuzzy ear off, I asked him how he would feel if I chewed his velvety ears off. He gave me a blank look and a head tilt. He's an unfeeling cannibal, I tell you.
I'm supposed to fly to Denver tonight to spend the weekend in Vegas with my family. I'm hoping that positive thinking will be enough to get my plane off the ground. Wish me luck!