Larry and David left town early (EARLY) this morning to visit a college farther south, where - I would assume - they are safe from the cataclysmic 3 inches of snow that hit us this morning.
3 inches - enough to create utter havoc across the entire metro area, commuting-wise. Multiple accidents occurred, involving commuters and dozens of schoolbuses. One news article stated that snowplows were having trouble plowing because of snow and icy conditions. Because, uh, usually they don't deal with that sort of thing?
I must say, I've lived here a long time, but this has got to be our dumbest response to a snowstorm ever (and really, that's a pretty high bar). I'm betting that, for the rest of winter, school will be canceled at the slightest hint of snow, because the superintendent of schools is certainly sick of apologizing, as he has had to do several times today already. His statements essentially boil down to "We are really, really, really sorry this happened. Really sorry. REALLY SORRY."
3 inches of snow, people. How the heck did we ever survive Snowmageddon?
And, yes, we DID have fun, thanks for asking. The kids are out sledding for the second time today, hot cocoa is on the stove, and I've eaten ample amounts of ginger snaps while knitting on 2 different projects. For once I am glad we don't live in Canada, where 3 inches of snow would have meant business as usual and definitely would not have warranted bringing the sleds down from the attic. At least down south here we know how to appreciate even a little bit of the white stuff coming down from the sky. Deprivation will do that to you, you know...
[Schoolbus image: Discovery Education]
[Hot cocoa image: All Things Clipart]