Not a major dumping, but more than a dusting too, so we'll take it.
I also had to jog my memory to remember what one wears in such weather when one is a crossing guard (who strangely refers to oneself as "one"?). I remembered the leggings-under-the-jeans at the last minute, and it would've been annoyingly uncomfortable had I forgotten.
In related sad/suspicious news, June informs me that her awesome leopard patterned earmuffs have gone a-missing. Hers too now!? Clearly, there's some sort of crossing guard earmuff theft ring afoot! I've pretty much given up hope of ever finding mine, but the trail for June's is still warm - pun intended?
As I worked my post, I noticed a bit of slipping, sliding, and fish-tailing. The crosswalk is on an east/west hill, with the little pedestrians commuting north/south. Each time a pack crossed, my mantra to the cars coming down the hill was please-stop-please-stop-please-stop-please-stop... moreso than usual. They thankfully managed to do that.
No sooner had I thawed out, that I had to pick Meego up for a Heavenly Orthodontist run. Broken retainer wire - had to take it to the "shop". I'm glad to say that The Element, which has yet to have much winter-driving tests, did fabulously. Ate those slippery, snowy hills and laughed at them!
Okay, there may have been a little booty-shaking in some spots, but I assure you, that was on purpose.
Whee! Let it snow!