That first morning you wake up and see everything glistening with a blanket of white covering up the things you wanted to put away before the first snowfall is actually kind of pretty.
You have those first few moments where you are almost in that highly advertised Christmas spirit that has been floating around since the week before Halloween.
Then you step outside and cruel Mother Nature viciously sucks the breath right out of your lungs with a crack.
That is when I run back inside and grab my cup of coffee and pick up my sticks for more quality television time.
I have made some great progress on Little Man's blanket.
Napoleon approves!
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