Worst Snowpacalypse Ever
Are you kidding me?!
How do you go from predicting 8 to 12 inches of snow to the little bit of slushy mess my snow shovel scoffed at? Seriously, I felt the shovel questioning why I ever took it outside. Like Sting (the Tolkien sword, not the overblown, pompous rock star), it searched valiantly for frozen foes to vanquish, discovered none to be found, muttered silently to itself, and went back to sleep.
Shows what happens when you install World of Warcraft on the Doppler computers.
At least the lack of impending doom means I’m free to enjoy the previously mentioned First Friday activities unfettered by disaster and death.
February 1st, 2008 at 9:36 am
Ha! My security word was “pray.” I’m guessing there was a lot of that going on- kids praying for no school and adults praying for no snow.
My CEO had a big meeting yesterday, asking how we were going to function with the storm.
Hummm, hungry people are hungry in the cold. There are extra kids to be fed if IPS is closes. I told her we’d evaluate in the morning. She was all for shutting down today.
I didn’t sleep very well, peeking out the window every 45 minutes.
I stand my by statement of yesterday “it ain’t over ’til I can’t get out of my driveway.”
February 1st, 2008 at 10:13 am
It’s always the first step (or gearshift, as the case may be) that’s the hardest, isn’t it?
February 1st, 2008 at 10:21 am
Your snow altar must have worked…
February 1st, 2008 at 10:27 am
I knew’d there’d be no snowpawkerlips–mah ol’ bones tweren’t creekin’ loud enuf. Dagburned rhumeytism.