I remember the days when mud was really fun. Of course, Mom didn't think it was so great when we came home all splattered with that brown stuff. She often watched us walk up the driveway from the bus stop and saw us stomp in each puddle. It was especially enticing if there was ice on the puddle, then we really stomped until the ice was gone and my sister and I were complete messes. Mom was always waiting for us with a speech and a spanking paddle.

Today, I'm really tired of this weather. It is snowing and melting at the same time with the result of lots and lots of mud. I have to wipe Annie dog's feet everytime she comes in the house and I still don't get it all. Now, I need to mop. Yuck!!!!

I just wish it would snow really big, giving us water for summer and then it could quit. This little bit of snow falling every day gets quite boring.

I guess I just need to think "young" again and go out and stomp in some puddles. lol

Annie :o)