Because of the prediction of 5cms of snow per hour, the kids' school buses are cancelled and it's a snow day. For them. I have to get ready for work. Which means I can't regale you with the amazing and hilarious story of the weekend.
The one where Henry caught Scott and me in flagrante delicto. Poor kid was rubbing his eyes, worriedly asking if I was okay. There's no blog fodder better than a childhood scarring event, is there? And what's a mother but a great subject to talk about to your psychiatrist? Really, I just helped Henry, didn't I?
See you tomorrow.