Hannah's school was cancelled last night. So far, no real snow for us. I have affixed a yardstick to one of our garden beds on the grounds of Stately 'Roo Manor. Hannah and I will take pictures as the snow accumulates. Most of the models show us pretty much right in the center of the highest snow accumulation area, so we're hoping we'll get snow to the top of the yardstick. Hannah was pretty disappointed that the yardstick didn't have centimeters, but I informed her that the Orange of Home Depot didn't run and they weren't about to offer measurement in dirty commie metric.
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