When I found out that we had a snow day on Wednesday, I screamed so loud that the precious nine-year-old that I babysit asked me if I got engaged.
When I found out we had a SECOND snow day on Thursday, I thought I was being punk’d and compulsively refreshed Boston.com for 15 minutes.
Snow days = bliss. Fact.
Snow day #1 was made better by the fact that Mike had one as well. Adventures ensued.