The weatherman is totally unreliable...except for this time. In the last two weeks, we've had several false alarms when it comes to winter storm warnings. One night, they said we were bound to get 6 inches or more. Matt and I stayed up late that night, watching shows online, certain we would get a call at 5am announcing a snow day. (He's a teacher.) But, alas, we woke up to green grass and clear streets. Stupid weatherman.
Last night, they warned that we were going to get hit with 6-12 inches of snow, just today. We laughed and prepared for our duties the next day - Matt administering exams before Christmas break and me hosting a brunch for my mommy friend. But, with mixed emotions, I declare that...hmmm (it's harder to say this than I thought)...
"Mr. Weatherman...you were right."
Schools all over the area are closed...even some businesses. All I have to say is...Good thing I finished up my Christmas shopping last night. Oh, and a whole pan of baked french toast to ourselves? I like it.
PS - Matt had to go to the new school building to unload furniture off the semi. Poor thing. I guess I'll have to eat his share of french toast - and drink his share of coffee. Tough life.