Wait! It's not January! That's the only time there are ever possibly a few flurries. But they never stick on the ground. What is that?
Ah. Yes. Packing peanuts from the boxes that were stacked outside. Who knew a cool front would literally BLOW through? There are hundreds of packing peanuts now scattered over our backyard.
Any teenage girls want to be sassy? I have the perfect punishment. Muhahahahaha!