As I write this, the storm hasn’t hit yet, so I don’t know what you woke up to on Saturday. In fact, while I’m writing this, you’re probably at the supermarket stocking up on bread, milk and toilet paper. I don’t know why people feel that those three are the most important staples of survival. I also don’t know why any time they predict a few inches of snow, people act like they will be stuck inside until April.
I stocked up on my own necessities at the liquor store and beer distributor. After that I didn’t feel like fighting the crowds to get a month’s supply of toilet paper. Also, I don’t see any reason I won’t be able to get out of the house this weekend. Of course I should be able to put beer, liquor and toilet paper in the same cart, but we’re not here to discuss Pennsylvania’s archaic laws.
What’s really bothering me is how some of the local weather people handle announcing a storm like this. Freezing rain, ice and accumulating snow is nothing to smile about. It’s not all of them and I’m not going to point fingers at the most irritating. I just don’t appreciate a jovial announcement of bad news.
You wouldn’t want your doctor walking in the room, laughing so hard that he’s wiping tears from his face as he says,
“Turns out that’s not a mole.”
Or
“Ha, ha, ha…you only have three months to live.” [Read more…]






