The kids had three days off from school as a result of last week's snowstorm. Three!!
Eighteen inches isn't an insignificant amount of snow, but I mean this isn't South Carolina. We're supposed to be used to this sort of thing here in Massachusetts. We're supposed to eat blizzards for breakfast. Why, back in my day, you got one snow day. If you were lucky. Like if it was the Blizzard of '78 and your house caved in. If the power was still out after that, classes were merely relocated to the abandoned cars left along the highway during the storm. AND we had to claw our way through 27 feet of snow with bare hands and feet to get there, lugging full gas cans behind us. At least that's how I remember it. Character doesn't build itself, people.
I will grudgingly admit, however, that the Big Bad Blizzard of 2011 (in which we didn't even lose power or Internet access) presented a good opportunity to try out our new cardinal and owl cookie cutters from the Concord Shop, and so that's exactly what we did. Can you tell which cookies are the ones I decorated? I'll give you a hint: I tried to hide them underneath the artsy ones the kids made.