First day of spring my a**!

So instead of writing witty, charming and inspiring posts about crafting I've been shoveling snow.  A crap ton of snow.  A metric crap ton of snow!

When I tell people that I live in Arizona and that it snows, I usually get some perplexed looks.  In fact, in one instance, I had a fella follow me around a bar and tell everyone I met that I was a liar.  He was charming!

On Saturday is was beautiful here, so the boy and I went kayaking in Winslow:

It was gorgeous and totally empty, a great way to spend St. Paddy's Day!
Just don't forget the sunblock, I got burnt.  It's the fair Irish skin!

On our way back the ominous clouds were beginning to collect over town.  The winds began to whip around the car and yank at the kayaks strapped on top.  We even passed by a giant semi truck that had been tossed onto its side off of the highway.  A storm was definitely brewing!  Those in the know were predicting about 12 to 24 inches of snow in town and more than 50 inches up on the mountain.

They were right.  Damn it.  We got 24 to 29 inches in town and 53 inches up on the mountain.  And you know what that means?  Shoveling.  Stupid, shoveling.

Not as much fun as kayaking, but you don't need sunblock.  Good news I guess?

So you tell me again, fella.  Am I a liar?  I know, lets make a bet.  If it snows here in Arizona, then you have to come out here and shovel out my driveway every time it dumps on us.  Please?