Mom phoned yesterday to tell me that if I'm going to bake Grandma's snowball cookies, I should wait until today. "There's a big ice storm coming and you won't be able to get out anyways."
The kids played in the snow and the mudroom was full of sloppy wet snowsuits, hats and scarves even into the dinner hour. We're all pretty happy to stay inside today and bake!
And I'm definitely leaving our mailman a tip today -Even though he's crabby and all our packages smell of smoke.