Oh I'm a treat to be around.
I'd love to say that I'm out taking pictures of the beautiful, bountiful drifts of snow.
But I'm not.
I'd love to report that this next round of weather on a day off of school when we were scheduled to do just a few odds and ends didn't get completely thwarted because of sleet, ice, and inches of more snow.
But I can't.
I'd love to tell you that even my four year old isn't crying right now because I said the dirty words, "it's cancelled" again.
Friends, we're at the end of everything: we're done with winter, bundling up, trudging through snow and ice, failed weather predictions, cancellations, and we're also nearly out of CHOCOLATE MILK! Oh the terror!
I really hardly have anything else to report because I can't get any details out of Joe other than, "it's cold" and "snow stinks."
However, calving has started…lucky us! Our (and by our, I mean Joe's) best laid plans of calving later in the winter seemed like a genius plan. Heck, last winter, we had a total of 4 inches of snow. TOTAL. FOR. THE. WINTER. We had that, and more, on Friday.
Yeah (in a very weak voice).
We did drive through the barn lot last night, and saw our cute Betty, who would now be considered a toddler calf, frolicking in the late afternoon sun, enjoying the upper 20s that seem like 70s around here. Oh, you'd like a picture of that? Well, my phone was dead thanks to having the kids listen to the Frozen soundtrack, which, as of this moment, I have decided to ban our family from listening to, and I implore all of you folks out there who enjoy Idina Menzel as much as the next guy to completely stop until the snow is gone (Spanglers, I'm looking at you.).
BREAKING NEWS!! Anna just came in from morning chores (they have no school…not weather related, thank you Presidents), and reported they pulled a calf, named it Little Joe, and that it, and I quote, "hurts" out there. Ice pellets and cold. Sounds like fun, huh?
I promise, this will not become a whiny weather blog. I promise.
If it would just quit being crummy weather, I would stop.