snow drifts

On a cloudy Saturday morning, we began our trek to Rockford, Illinois. Bleary-eyed, I stumbled to the car, and Mark drove us out of the city. Our trip was mostly uneventful; no crazy drivers dampened our mood. Somewhere near Champaign, Illinois, we were greeted by icy limbs that bowed low to the ground in homage to us. Our bright red Scion passed between them like royalty on a red carpet. I was even wearing purple like a true queen. By the time we got to Rockford, the snow had thickened on the ground and was nearly waist high. Well, okay, I guess probably just about calf high. But still very gorgeous. About 2 hours after we arrived, a light snow began to fall. By bed time, the snow had covered the roads again, mocking the hard work of the snow plows earlier in the morning.

This morning, we awoke to temperatures below zero. But we, the hardy souls we are, decided to risk life and limb and go out for pancakes at the local Swedish pancake restaurant. I would have to say that it was worth it. We were so well fortified by the victuals that we decided to go buy new shoes. Fun times at Kohl's the weekend before Christmas!

Now its time for hot cocoa and eggnog. And maybe a Christmas movie or two.