Good-glorious, ground-whitening, cold-breaking, monkey-flatulence snow!
We spent the whole year in turmoil that the city rarely saw enough water to make the lawns green, then bragged up a storm that we would be able to wear sandals to work in January, sit on the beach in our trunks, and sun-tan in barbecue heaven just in time for St. Valentine’s day — but then we didn’t really predict that there would be snow.
And with promise for another FOOT tomorrow! I’ve already been told that if it snows tonight I should work from home.
What a world.