Random snowfall

It's funny to me how a few snow flurries call up their friends and bring together a full blown snowfall. We watched a battle brewing yesterday between sun and flakes, but once the sun went down, it was all about the white baby! It looks beautiful outside. I didn't even mind shoveling a path down the sidewalk and driveway at 6:15 for my son to walk to the road on. Sure, we packed up all of the Christmas decorations yesterday, but there are three bins of snowmen who were worried they were not going to be displayed this year. I suppose this delay gives me no reason to not dust before the next wave of clutter fancifulness hits. My mind is joining in with the weather today and feels like a well shook snow globe!

Thanks to Stacy for shoveling us a path for us to carry our random down! Put on your boots and go visit her when you are done here!

Right now there is some spinach dip in the fridge that is shouting at me. I might have to put it out of its misery. I am down to only multi-grain pita chips, so it's a healthy snack, no? Nevermind the portion I ate while I still had plain pita chips (one hour ago).

I am a rather savvy sale and coupon shopper, so how about this deal?Thank goodness I have over two weeks to take advantage of this one!

Check out my awesome new mittens. Try not to be too jealous the next time you have to just use regular air quotes when telling a story!
And now some randomness brought to you by our trip into the city...Seven of us piled into the van, with my father behind the wheel as he unleashed his inner taxi cab driver. We saw a flashing sign warning us of "Roving pot holes", and had I known we would see that sign in three more spots, I definitely would've gotten the camera out! Roving? How do they move? Are they dug and refilled under cloak of darkness?

I was feeling conflicted about this one...As if it matters what the sign says when you are engulfed in a sea of moving people.

Even this clarification did not make me stop in for a purchase...
This house of shame window arrangement proved to be no more enticing...
Ah, but the American Girl store? Of course we have to stop in there so my daughter can visit, and see, in person, what her collection lacks. We have to make the pilgrimage to the third floor so we can visit the historical doll collection. I really don't mind that much because that is where this action is going on...There must have been ten chairs open for business, and I have a feeling those girls were paying more for their dolly-dos than I pay for my own haircuts.

Well, I got to freebase sugar-free pudding mix again at the volunteer gig this week. Ugh!

I think I have a few more flurries in my head, but they are each clamoring for their own post!