>SNOMG

>There’s SNOW in the forecast for early tomorrow morning. SNOW, people. In fact the National Weather Service says it will be a SNOW EVENT. Channel four is calling it a WINTER STORM. SNOW is all anyone around here is talking about. SNOW SNOW SNOW SNOW.

From all the hoopla and the excitement, you’d think a Little House on the Prairie-style blizzard is on its way. Surely, snow will blanket our house and cover up our windows and doors. Small children will get lost in snow drifts on their way to school. Widespread power outages will have us splintering our dining room chairs and using the pieces for firewood. We’ll drink melted snow and we’ll all sleep together in one big bed for warmth. SNOW is coming! SNOW SNOW SNOW!

As much as an inch and a half of it, according to the latest reports!

Snow panic is an annual tradition in the South. We don’t get very much of it, therefore its forecasted arrival is treated with the same reverence and fear as the announcement that aliens will be stopping by for a visit. Today, Kroger will no doubt be overrun with locals stocking up on bread, milk, beer and white powdered donuts. And when the flurries start early tomorrow morning, drivers will slow down to a crawl, hugging their steering wheels and peering fearfully through their windshields. Despite the self-imposed 5 mph speed limit, there will be about a thousand fender benders on the roads.

Also? Everything will close, except for the television news stations, which means my husband will likely be two counties away at five am tomorrow morning, tracing a finger through the light dusting on a car’s windshield at some gas station, holding it up to the camera, and proclaiming to the morning anchors, all warm and cozy back at the station, “SNOW! SNOW SNOW SNOW SNOW!” And from their homes, thousands of people will stand in front of their television sets and squeal with a mixture of delight and terror.

SNOW, people. SNOW SNOW SNOW.

Tonight, my daughter will follow the time-honored tradition of schoolchildren across the state. She will wear her pajamas inside-out. She will put an ice cube in the toilet. She will place a white crayon in the freezer. She will dream of snowmen. And thanks entirely to her efforts, when she wakes tomorrow morning, there is likely to be SNOW falling.

SNOW SNOW SNOW!

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