Friday, February 4, 2011

Snow, Snow, Snow!

It won't be long before we'll all be there with snow
I want to wash my hands, my face and hair with snow

I long to clear a path and lift a spade of snow
Oh, to see a great big man entirely made of snow

Where it's snowing
All winter through
That's where I want to be
Snowball throwing
That's what I'll do
How I'm longing to ski
Through the snow-oh-oh-oh-oh

Those glist'ning houses that seem to be built of snow
Oh, to see a mountain covered with a quilt of snow

What is Christmas with no snow
No white Christmas with no snow

I'll soon be there with snow
I'll wash my hair with snow
And with a spade of snow
I'll build a man that's made of snow
I'd love to stay up with you but I recommend a little shuteye
Go to sleep
And dream of snow

Oh Bing, how I wish you were singing to me right now.

Let's put this in perspective:

It was 73 on Saturday.

It's 25 today.

So we passed the time hula-ing.

What are you doing to pass the time and avoid cabin fever?

Be looking forward to the recap of our super bowl party!

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