March comes in like a lion, goes out like a tiger?

I should be believing it, but somehow it seems like a cruel joke. Another snow advisory is appearing at the bottom of my screen. An AccuWeather alert! An urgent winter weather message! A snow advisory in effect for 3 to 5 inches tonight. No way.

This is coming on the heels of last Friday's near-blizzard that dumped close to a foot on our area. Darned global warming.

The good news is that the track scrimmage was canceled for this afternoon. The bad news is that we'll all have to sit around tonight and watch our wallpaper peel since there's no Lost on TV.

Edited to add: The men in my family would want me to acknowledge that they will, obviously, be watching college basketball. What was I thinking?

Since I seem to be fresh out of blog fodder, I figure it's time for a little Mimi update. I think I've been remiss in bragging about my grandbabies. I know. You're shocked that such a hip, stylish diva as myself could be old enough to have kids, let alone grandkids. But it's true, and here they are:

This is Tessa. She gets top billing because she's 9 months old today. She's a petunia pants, that's for sure.


I bought them all matching jammies for Christmas, with images dancing in my head of how darling they'd all look lined up on a couch together, smiling adorably into the camera. Hmmm....






Anne Geddes, I'm not.


Here's James, wondering what kind of family he has been born into:

He'll be 7 weeks old tomorrow. He can't wait to be big enough to eat pancakes with real maple syrup at Mimi and Pop's house. We actually did get about a pint from the first batch, after Jim took matters into his own hands, and not counting one tragic boil-over. We may not quit our day jobs quite yet, but it did make some surprisingly tasty syrup.