Hunkered down at Greenberg Pass

School opened 2 hours late today.  Luckily, someone from the school called to tell me.  I don't know why I didn't check my email for closings or turn on the radio.  I mean just LOOK at it:

Then the wind kicked up and the snow started drifting--3 flakes high in some places!  Steve called once he got to work.
"Did you make it okay?"
"Only got stuck twice."
"Whew.  I was worried you'd have to resort to cannibalism."
"Resort?"

I don't feel much safer inside.  We have a bit of an infestation.  I came into the kitchen the other day to find THIS on my fridge.


Judging from the lurid colors, they're toxic, so I'm keeping my distance.  Best not to try to clean it up, I think.

I observed Ben's class yesterday.  I swear I was ready to go become a Montessori kindergarten teacher.  They were so flippin' cute.  They were all just beavering away on their mats on the floor, working alone or in groups and just BUSY.  Adorable.  Periodically, one or two would come check me out.  They're so physical, these random kids who don't know me, climbing into my lap.  Heidi and Logan came up and announced that they could each touch their noses with their tongues.  And showed me, of course.  I told them I could, too, and showed them.  AND one-upped them by wiggling my ears.  Heidi pointed out that I could only touch the bottom of my nose, while she could touch the tip of hers.  "Well, sure, I can only TOUCH my nose w/my tongue, I can't PICK it."  Hey!  Great idea Ms. Deana! Right up the nostril it went.  "Well, that will free up a lot of time for you, I imagine.  Now you won't have to waste all that time picking your nose w/your fingers and then eating your boogers.  Very efficient."  Logan marveled that such a very cool person came in such an uncool package.  "Heidi thinks I should be her boyfriend," he confided, "because we can both touch our noses with our tongues." Marriages have been based on less, my friend.  Heidi piped up, "I'm the only one in my family that can do it!"  Logan said, "I'm the only one in MY family, too!"  "See," Heidi pointed out, "that's why he should be my boyfriend!"  "I'm afraid you're stuck, Logan," I told him.  "At least Heidi's nice, too.  No one else is going to want a couple of circus freaks like you."  Heidi got right up in my face, "WHAT? Circus freaks?!"  She loved it.  She chanted, "Come see the fabulous circus freaks!" while striking a variety of poses.  All the while, she was wearing green track pants cuffed over her knees, purple socks, and red clogs.  Too small, stained, but clearly beloved Tshirt.  Very Junie B. Jones.  I'm going to have to work on Ben's nose touching, b/c I really want her for a daughter in law.