Growing up in the Minneapolis suburbs always meant enjoying at least one Snow Day each winter. Once a heavy snow started, I’d stay glued to WCCO tv or radio with fingers crossed in hopes of a sleep in and jammies day in front of the tv. There was one day where the cancellation was called late. The roads and sidewalks were all ice but ‘CCO didn’t say those magic words so I made my way over to my friends house. More than double the time it usually took me and many falls later, I made it to Sandy’s (I’d walk to her, we’d walk to Kim’s, and then walk the rest of the way together) where her Ma promptly told me that Sandy had gone back to bed because school was cancelled. Awesome. I got to walk back home in that crap the whole while thinking of all the nasty things I’d say to my Ma for making me go! But then I got home and she had pancakes waiting for me. Syrup heals all wounds.

Living in the middle of cornfields in Minnesota when the kids were growing up meant a couple of guaranteed Snow Days. If the buses can’t get to the country kids, the city kids benefit. Yeah country kids! I still had WCCO on the radio then, waiting for Hutchinson to be called. One morning, they called us late so I woke up the Princess of the World (Za) to get moving. As she was coming out of the bathroom I ran up the stairs calling “Snow Day! Snow Day!” She bolted for her room and jumped back into bed, pulled the covers over her head and I didn’t hear anything else from her until about two in the afternoon. The Princess can sleep.

When we moved back up north to Wisconsin, Oz made it clear that he expected at least one good Snow Day. But the locals quashed that idea. See, all the schools in our little ‘Tosa are within walking distance. So Snow Days are a rarity.  In fact, Bigg doesn’t even remember having a snow day. But last night’s snow hit hard. And fast. We shoveled, in the snow, and knew the next morning wasn’t going to be pretty.

Bigg woke up early to start shoveling while Oz and I slept in (awwwww, I know rights?!) I snoozed my first alarm when I noticed I had a voicemail from 5:47am from a local number. Who would be calling me…wait a minute…Snow Day??? Yup. I guess since there’s no ‘CCO in Tosa they actually have a call system to let you know.

So Oz gets to sleep in and I get to drink coffee in the quiet peace of heavy snow.

I used to be Snow White, but I drifted.

Mae West