"Be careful what you wish for," I remember saying to my wife last week when she longed for a white Christmas.
As of Wednesday night, we're up to our manger and Santa's sleigh in heavy snow: 9-plus inches that arrived just in time to quench the Mayan apocalypse.
Barb is very happy with the Currier & Ives transformation of dusty country roads and dead-looking trees. Still, the unintended consequence of my daughter's delayed flight in from New York has her mighty bummed.
So far, I've successfully struggled to keep my mouth shut. Marital history will tell you I am not ...