Snow, Snow, Snow!

Ok. I admit it. The Weather Channel was right.  As of right now, there are about six inches of snow on the ground and it is continuing to fall.  I went out this morning minus Ducks with Tiller and Tess, trying to spark some excitement from them.  Tess was un-enthused and promptly ran back inside, but Tiller and I ran around, making snow angels and throwing snow balls (well, I was throwing them, Tiller was eating them).  After our rambunctious snow play this morning, we came back inside to PM making us Biscuits and Gravy. Yummmm......

xoxo,

Royar

Let it snow?

Howdy!

Well, the hatches have been 'battened down' here in Virginia. The markets were teeming with activity, news crews we're 'on location' and I saw a senile man loading not one, but four cases of water into his car.  What for? The expected NINE INCHES of snow that has been predicted for this weekend. Today at PHS, not one, but two announcements we're made about how the school was going to be officially closed for the weekend.  One good part? Three-day weekend (or more). The bad part? My LL Bean Duck Boots are still in the LL Bean factory.  They were an expected 'Christmas Present' that never arrived. Sad. I suppose that my Uggs, once suitable for sixth grade, now retired to grocery store runs, cold rainy days and post-lacrosse practice shoes, are now my new 'snow boots'. On a warmer note, I saw "When in Rome" tonight with PM.  It was a charming, hysterically funny movie.   I thought it was going to be cheesy, but Kristen Bell and Josh Duhamel had fantastic chemistry and I give it an A+.  Well, stay warm this weekend and make sure your Ducks are dusted!

xoxo,

Royar

Hey y'all!

I am Royar. I have lived below the Mason-Dixion line my entire life, and do not have any intention of venturing into the world above it. I am your unique, preppy, Lilly-loving teenager whose incessant ramblings about being preppy are often hated, seldom loved. I enjoy sweet tea, bright colors, playing lacrosse, and my everlasting attempt to find the perfect hat to match my Lillies. Unlike my non-prep counterparts, I do not enjoy rudeness or people who think Abercrombie and Fitch or Hollister are preppy - popping your pastel collar does not qualify you as a prep. My journey to prep-dom began when my Amazon box arrived at my door, containing the one and only, The Offical Preppy Handbook. If you haven't read it, you have not lived. Although it is possibly living in PB's (Preppy Brother) college dorm, it is a treasure of mine. So that's enough to get you started on my life. This will soon be your favorite blog on the net.

xoxoxo,

Royar