We Don't Miss You...
...except when we do.
Dear Jock, DinoDaughter, DenverDaughter and NinjaBaker,
Most of the time, DS and I have no problem with the fact that you're all out of the house, away at school and off on your own. We don't miss you at all. Really; we don't. Most of the time.
Then there are times like these:
We still have five shovels. Come home anytime.
Later that day:
(Let it be known that when DS went out for milk, he crashed the right side of that carefully carved snow cavern out to the street -- despite there being PLENTY of room on both sides of his car. Furthermore, upon his return, he crashed the left side.)
Just to give you a better idea:
I'm told that the terminology for this stuff is as follows: First there was Snowpocalypse, followed by Snowmageddon. This was "Snowverkill".