The Difference Between Being Born and Bred in Southern California and Growing Up in South Dakota

Is never more apparent than when hubby (So. Dak.) and I (So. Cal.) wake up to a morning like this:

At 7:30 AM:

I am all that is delighted and giddy; he is all that is uninterested or mildly annoyed.  I know this isn't a lot of snow, but the delicate flakes are still silently falling and I've hope that we'll get a little accumulation.  Whoo-hoo!

Oh the weather outside's delightful
But Jason is just so spiteful
If we have to drive we'll take it slow
So let it snow!  Let it snow!  Let it snow!

Update at 9:45 AM:

It continues to fall!  I'm tickled to death; Jason is, I am sure, not as enthusiastic.

Update at 11:30 AM:

 And so the back door doesn't feel left out:

 All of this snow, of course, leads to this:

With this:

And this:

Happy Snow Day!