Namely, 'One to two inches my ass!'. That's what we were supposed to get. And it wasn't supposed to happen until this evening so I was planning on squeezing in a practice this morning before our trial this weekend. But by the time the practice field opened at 8:30 it was coming down good. Heck by 6:00 a.m. I had a good idea practice wasn't going to happen.
Lola is a big fan of sticks. Even stationary sticks.
Sadly Hermes lost his head last year in a wind storm so I know longer have a good snow gauge. You'll just have to trust me that this stuff is never going to melt off the practice field by Friday.
I think the weather folks should have to come shovel my driveway.