I guess my vote doesn't count
It snowed all night long.
Now, my usual response to snow, especially the first snow of the year, would be "Gross."
Lauralea's first response to snow is usually giddy excitement. She is the one who ALWAYS wakes me up on the first snow day of the year with excited glee concerning the nocturnal downfall.
It's my job then to bring her back down to reality with a grumpy moan and some derogatory murmur about the white precipitation covering everything.
But not this morning.
She doesn't like the snow this year.
I don't like the snow most years, and she's the one who's suppose to like it. Things are changing so fast, I can't keep up.