The weatherman was right......

The dogs wanted out around 4:20 a.m., but once I opened the back door, Addie changed her mind. Jake, who loves snow, tore out and started making tunnels. Addie, a much shorter legged corgi, doesn't like getting buried in snow before daybreak.It's pretty, I will say that, but oh my, there's 6 to 8 inches out there. We're supposed to be packing up the motor-home today and tomorrow to leave Thursday for Florida.....the sunshine state. It's 80 degrees in the Clearwater/Largo area, where our family is, and our reserved spot in an RV park. We have friends in Indy who planned on leaving today for the same area in Florida...bad timing. Oh well, fiddle-dee-dee, snow will enhance the season, and probably make school closures for the holiday a little earlier!
We had our Christmas gathering with Josh Friday night. Turkey, presents, and he brought his Gram's Christmas cookies. He's quite the baker, and treats his fellow employee's at the grocery store with large tins of candies, and an assortment of his baking. They love it, but he gets even more out of it than they do. He totally loves Christmas, and all that goes with it. Well, he does have some childhood trauma concerning Christmas trees. They always fell over, and we ended up literally tying them to window frames with wire and hooks! One year, we got lost on back roads bringing home our freshly cut tree, ended up crossing three county lines, before finding the right road home. By the time we got it decorated, it was past 2a.m., it fell over just as we stepped back to gaze at the beauty of it....Josh had reached his limit by then, and said, "throw the damn thing out," and went to bed. April and I redecorated, and fell on the floor, underneath it, looking at the lights in a daze. Crazy Christmas memories. Lordy, we've got a million of 'em. Somehow, the craziest ones all involved "decorating" the tree. Like I said, childhood trauma!!
Anyway~we leave for Florida in a few days, and hopefully will head home via North Carolina for an April and Emmy fix. We'll have to re-winterize the motor-home, but overall, it's better to drive it down so we can stay on the WW program, by cooking, rather than eating every meal out. No potty breaks needed, and dogs can play ball as we roll down the road. Afternoon Update: The wind finally died down, and our entire back yard is up to my knees. We went out to make paths (tunnels, really) for the corgi dogs. Addie must be a Florida dog at heart, but ol' Jake romped, sat in and dug under the white stuff with his nose.