We'd strip down to bare-minimum clothing and run out to the light-post down the street and run around it shreeking and giggling and praying to God that it would snow. Then, we'd dash back inside and wait. And wake up all night and peer out the window, and wait.
It usually didn't work...
but do you think there's such a think as an anti-snow dance? (it's already snowed in Minnesota, and it's October. I can't handle it!!!)
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