Snow?!?

We stopped in Pennsylvania on Saturday night to see some friends. We called to check in with my mom, and let her know we'd be in late; she warned us that they were calling for a chance of snow showers. I said, "It's not going to snow."

We were about 10 minutes from my parents' house, and exhausted. Greg was driving and I could barely keep my eyes open, but we were coming up on a stretch of highway where police cars always sit, usually trying to catch people coming down the big hill in the opposite direction. I saw headlights in the usual spot, and warned Greg that there were probably police cars sitting there.

Then I thought, "Headlights? That's funny. They're not hiding very well."

Well, that's because they were sand trucks.

We woke up to snow showers on Sunday morning. There was just a dusting on the ground, but by Monday, my parents had gotten about 4 inches of snow. Most of it's melted since we got back from NYC on Tuesday.