No more of parental rules!We're heading for the snow!Good riddance to those grown up ghouls!We're leaving! Yukon Ho!

Mom and Dad can make the rulesAnd certain things forbid,But I can make them wish that theyhad never had a kid.

Getting an inch of snow is like winning 10 cents in the lottery.

Some days you get up and you already know that things aren't going to go well. They're the type of days when you should just give in, put your pajamas back on, make some hot chocolate and read comic books in bed with the covers up until the world looks more encouraging. Of course, they never let you do that.

It's not going to snow.

The trail base, the lake ice and the snow supply for Main Street have not been this good in eight years.