We've been up since 3:30. We're a bit loopy - not in the drunk way, rather in the sleep-deprived fashion! Dude had some biological needs to meet at 3:30am, so Duane let him out....and for some reason I decided to wander downstairs as well.
This was our undoing.
I stumbled into the laundry room to find Duane doing laundry. At 3:30am. While letting our firstborn out. Ummm...next time I'm grumpy with him, remind me of this, okay? I grumbled about the insanity of it all and then hung up a pair of pants. At 3:30 in the morning. Then, we went back to bed. And did not sleep. No no no mom, not for *that* reason! Just because. I couldn't sleep. Poor Duane tried everything - rubbed my back, cuddled, even had me sing to him (yes, it helps sometimes!)....but insomnia is a traitorous wench. He finally conceded defeat and reconciled himself to the fact that my flailing about would not lead to more sleep for either of us. So...we chatted. In that irreverant, random way that you do at 3:30 (probably 4:30 by this time) in the morning.
Hey - I even made up a word in all the randomness! Syncophant. I was trying to say sycophant, but my tired tongue couldn't form around the phonemes. So we have decided that a scyncophant is one who is sycophantic at certain prescribed times. I know, total geekazoid geekiness. But it made us laugh.
And then....it happened. We heard a loud noise outside, and a gigantic scraping sound. I wasn't sure what it was (and me a native New Englander!), but my Kiwi hubby leaped out of bed and exclaimed...."it must be snowing!"....having correctly identified the sound of a plow. We peeked through the blinds like a couple of guilty peeping toms, and sure enough, white powder covered the ground. So, like the crazy fools (in love - Duane made me write that, even though it sounds so cheesy!) that we are, we took pictures. I present for your viewing pleasure....first snowfall of 2005 at the home of Doodlebug and SqueeveHead!
Yes, it was dark out. It wasn't quite 5:30 when I took this photo! But look! Falling snow! Of course now we're too excited to go back to sleep. You'd think we were a couple of kids expecting a school closing or something! Logic would tell us that we are adults who actually have to wake up every morning for some reason or another, and that this morning, a holiday, would be a good time to sleep in. Logic, schmogic, I tells ya!
Cheers, all. Enjoy.