The miracle wasn’t that it was snowing at sea level, but rather the fact that Porter didn’t get hypothermia from running around outside without shoes on, and that I managed to convince Stella to wear both shoes and a jacket all at one time. Okay, really it was a sweater, but considering I regularly find her outside, standing at the sand table in 40 degree weather wearing nothing but a pair of underwear, this was HUGELY successful.

You’ll probably get bored with these after a while, but at least I’ll have proof when I begin incessantly telling my grand-kids about the great snow day of aught-eight.

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