It is September 16th. And it is snowing. Not significantly, mind you, but it's there. It started out as a cold rain that gradually acquired small bits of ice in it and then turned over into real, actual, snow. And a frost warning overnight. Good times!!

It's hubby's fault, you know. When he got home he said, rather in jest, that he hoped to see rain while he was home. And it POURED on our way home from the airport. Horribly, although thankfully it was short-lived. Well guess who also joked about how it would be just perfect if his last day here was sub-zero and had snow. Check, and check.

Well, thank you Mother Nature for entertaining the bizarre whims of my dearest. But can you please knock it off?