I woke up this morning to not a snowflake in sight and just assumed the meteorologists were wrong, again, or, at least, exaggerating about the intensity and amount. Now, I’m sitting at work, watching the snow swirl around, miserable that I’m out and not at home, cuddled in bed.
I guess Kuma is thinking the same thing.
And to think that two days ago, it was sunny and 70. Sometimes I hate St. Louis.
I can’t wait to see Kuma’s Southern cousin, Umy’s reaction to the snow when I get home today.