The end is nigh!

I swear, the way the weatherman was talking yesterday would make one think he needed a sandwich-sign announcing the end of the world. Apperantly a chance for midday snow is a sign of the apocalypse to these people, because they start repenting at the thought of fresh powder.

I just hope to God their absolute fear of snow and ice doesn't rub off on me. I can just imagine myself curled up under a desk after hearing about an approaching Kansas ice storm, begging for someone to "make the wet stuff stop." The horror, the horror.

I hope you, my readers, understand by now how deeply Washingtonians fear snow, because I've used up every metaphor I could think of, and doubt I shall write of it again.

Well, at least not until the next time it snows.