Well, we didn't get a whole snow day, but we got four hours early dismissal. That news prompted me to cancel this afternoon's hair appointment because it would have put me on the beltway in early Snowpocalypse rush hour.
I'm now back at the apartment, not doing chores and watching the snow fall. Wearing my flannel monkeypants because I'm certainly not going out. I'm doing laundry. What with the exodus of the rest of the house, I have the laundry machines to myself till Sunday. It's too bad I don't have more laundry to do. Maybe I should dirty up some stuff.
It's a good thing I left my car at work, because otherwise I'd be tempted to go out and buy Nutella now that I've been informed that it's World Nutella Day. (I should put Nutella on my list of real true snow emergency supplies.)
So far this Snowpocalypse has been desultory, to say the least. The forecast three to five inches by sundown was more like one or two inches. The weather report as of 6:00 had the snowfall estimate revised downward by a factor of four. That's the reliable weather report. The radio people are still freaking out and the National Weather Service all-caps warnings and "Special Weather Statements" (BLIZZARD WARNING! WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE!!11!!) are still up.
It's a few hours later now and it's looking a little more Snowpocalyptic outside. My reliable weather source has revised their accumulation estimates back up. Drat. I'm running out of ways to avoid running the vacuum and cleaning the bathroom.
262 words | February 5, 2010 09:04 PM | Real true story