When life gives you snow, it's probably cold. And winter.

I think penguins are interesting animals, but sometimes I don't bother with them.  Yesterday I decided to play a clever joke on the parents while they were at work.  It snowed a lot the night before so we had plenty of flakes on the lawn, just sitting there waiting to be utilized.  I utilized them—by making snow speed bumps on the driveway.  The penguins would've been proud.

The parents weren't as excited when they came home and had to dig to the garage.  I undermined the joke somewhat, I think, with a gesture of thoughtfulness rare in these dark days by leaving the snow shovel for them at the road.  They weren't as appreciative as I imagined.  What do they expect, the snow blower?  Please.

Before:

After:

Those little jokes are just the best.  And if you're skeptical, think about it.  Why would I even do that?  Well you're right.  That would be ridiculous.  And I am no practical joker.

Update: 

For the record, when writing the above, I had no idea today was National Penguin Awareness Day.

Yesterday we went sledding at Grand Mere. We used cardboard boxes, flattened, and the lid of a plastic storage bin. We found the Back Bowl, a secret awesome place. I was wearing new snow boots that kept my feet warm because they have a thermal lining. Forever living in snowy places.

Then when I got home no one was there. So since I didn't want to die, I walked through the snow for an hour until giving up and letting my sister rescue me from the cold. Then I ate a balanced meal of egg rolls, stripples, a sweet potato, a pop-tart, a smoothie, and popcorn.

Today I got up early and watched the men's biathlon pursuit race and made cornbread. My legs were sore.