I wonder what it’s like for mom to visit a place where the town rolls up the sidewalks and prepares for a blizzard at the first sight of a snowflake. Mom lives in northwest Montana where — to my knowledge — there are no snow days. I don’t remember any snow days as a kid (and, yes, I realize that by writing that, I have just entered “When I was a kid, I used to have to walk eleven miles to school!” territory. To get the full affect of this statement, say it while sucking a Werther’s Original).
If there were snow days in Montana, there would be no school. Only bowling. Mom said that the day before she left Montana, the snow blew horizontally. School was not canceled.
I’m not saying school shouldn’t be canceled here in Virginia — who knows what calamity may befall us with a terrifying half inch of powder on the streets? — but it is funny how perspective change depending on location.
Enjoy your Friday, everyone. I’ll be home with my two favorite ladies, watching movies, eating Super Nachos and enjoying the snow.