Snow. My God, the snow!
Oh, the humanity! It is starting. The snow. We hate the snow. So much so that the local weather guy breaks into the NASCAR race twelve times to tell us that it's snowing. We know, smart ass. I have windows. Meanwhile, the snow is coming down - as snow will do. It comes down. By Monday morning we're supposed to have a foot of snow on the ground. So much for Global warming. The tough part is that I ran out of canned cat food, and the guy needs his evening treat. I didn't dare go near the supermarket today, since the Hellfire Snowstorm was on the way and the local populace was in there stocking up on bread, eggs and milk - as though snow makes us crave French Toast. Ten inches of snow should keep us inside for at least 4 hours, but we still need food! God forbid we get out in our giant SUVs and actually use them for their intended purpose. "The roads are clear, let's get out before the snow starts!" What bugs me about this stuff is the way the local media c...