Ah... the Day G and I have been waiting for for weeks!  The first real snow of the winter.  We got about 12" of snow overnight.  Apparently the lame city slickers in NYC have been immobilized.  Our landscaper's already been by twice to shovel our driveway, and one of the local parents were able to drive okay through our town to drop off their kid for a play date.  So it's me, G, his friend and D, plus 12" of snow, two sleds and a nice sunny day to frolic outside.  Or so I thought.

Turns out there were snow drifts as high as 3 feet in our back yard.  So I basically had to carry D all over the place - up and down the hill on every sled run.  And it turns out that even tho G's friend's dad is a Fedor Emelianenko-looking huge Russian dude who didn't even bother wearing a coat in subfreezing weather, the son was cold and wanted to play inside. And G wanted to have a snowball fight, but the snow was all powdery and wouldn't stick enough to make a snowball.

Hmm...  it's like a higher being just wants me to be a lazy ass.  No matter how I try to get out, they keep pulling me back in.

WHAT'S FOR BREAKFAST?

I haven't had a lot of breakfasts in the blog.  Since the kids are home for winter vacation, Mrs. Fly's been making us more "sit down" breakfasts.  American breakfasts are notoriously unhealthy.  Especially when my plate has FOUR slices of 1/4" thick bacon.  Mrs. Fly knows I love the thick bacon at Peter Luger's (the top NYC steakhouse), so she got some thick bacon from a store.  It was a little salty, but hey!  I'm not complainin'!  The eggs were kind of a disaster, but when you're sitting next to four slabs of 1/4" thick bacon, no one's really going to notice.  The buttered toast was key, because the bacon was *almost* too salty to finish without it.  Anyway, I think I'll nickname this breakfast the "Cardiac Arrest."