I couldn't sleep. Brother finished his Christmas shopping and bought the Nephew a remote controlled Dukes of Hazzard car. As with anyone with a penis, Brother had to take it out of the box and make sure the thing worked...for three hours. This car, while big, also has the horn sound of the Dukes of Hazzard car. So, I'm laying in bed, listening to the sound of little wheels burning rubber in the living room, I also hear the horn of the General Lee playing over, and over, and over again.
So, I'm looking out my window, and it's snowing. Yawn. The KC Doomsday Squad is predicting, ohmygosh, 2-4 inches. Now, any woman will tell you that 2-4 inches is shameful and not even remotely close to getting excited about, but in Kansas City, it's enough to render everyone incapacitated. And on the busiest shopping weekend, too!
Just as long as roads are cleared enough when I go to work tonight.
Snow is really not a big deal to me, but I come from Colorado where they get real blizzards. I remember Mother Nature dropping 3 feet of the stuff in 1980, leaving Denver in a complete standstill. Cars were completely buried in parking lots. Snow drifts 6 feet or taller. It was awesome. The best part, it didn't come with the frostbiting temps that snow in the Midwest brings. It was snow that was actually fun to play in.
But enough of that nostalgic talk. The Storm of the Century is coming and we all must buy up all the bottled water and Spaghetti-O's.