My son has decided he should be a meteorologist (yes, he used that word; he is a geek-in-training) because he is SURE the very slushy snow falling this evening (really more like thick raindrops) is going to produce a lush blanket of stay-home-from-school by morning. Here is the joy:
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And here is the view of our first "snowfall" (you'll want to train your eyes on the blue spots; don't hurt yourself straining):
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I think we're sticking with acting lessons for the boy. He can play a meteorologist on TV.