Snow Pants. Check. Peep toe Heels. Check.
Two teenaged boys just knocked on the door and smiled big smiles and asked if they could shovel our driveway for us. Part of me wanted to scoff, "You call this snow? I can shovel it in 20 minutes! In Alaska people wouldn't even notice this enough to call this snow." But, I am a sucker for cheerful (!) teenagers trying to make some money by doing work instead of just whining to their parents. So I caved. And maybe I can tell John I did it myself during nap time (HA HA HA!)
John's dad, Jane, Tony, Jane's friend and her daughter arrived last night to participate in some inaugural events. We are watching all the preparation and logistics and are a) amazed; and b) glad we will be watching it on TV. It is really a shame it doesn't happen at a better time of year--like cherry blossom season. Becca is jealous that there are balls, with ball gowns and that she isn't invited. How rude of Prince Charming, not to invite her to the ball.