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Snow it is a cuming down, a-hum, a-hum
Feb. 8th, 2013 05:03 pmThe snow it is a-cumin down,
weather maps maybe be proven sound,
a-hum, a-hum.
However, I still think the hoopla is a bit excessive for what is essentially just a bunch of cold fluff. Perhaps a larger than normal amount of cold fluff, but it's not like it's the normal cold white shit. Don't drive (Boston's enacted a driving ban from now till 4am tomorrow morning) or otherwise be stupid, and everything should be fine. No power lines should come down from this unless they were structurally unsound to begin with.
That said, I'm looking forward to what we'll wake up to! It's almost better than Christmas, because there really is an element of unknown with a storm. I will be disappointed if we only get the equivalent of a lump of coal, though (less than 12").
Though, if more snow means the power will go off, then I'd be willing to be happy with that lump.
The only thing that worries me about this storm is that Geoff will have to get home somehow, and if he waits too long, it's going to be a tough slog, battling the wind the entire way as he will be. But, he's a big boy and can take care of himself, so I shan't worry too much.
The more pressing bad thing about this storm is that it's very difficult to maintain a sober enough attitude to do what's necessary. I just want to curl up and read. In fact, that's what I've done for the majority of the day. ("Sign of the Beaver" is really quite a good (Youth-YA) book, btw.)
But now I should go cook our dinner. Especially since the power may go out at some point. We want to have food on hand, now don't we? (She says quite reluctantly.)
Right. I'm off.
Yes, I am.
No, not to the couch, but to the kitchen.
Yes, the kitchen!!!
(I was not eying those movies! What innocent look was that?)
I'm off.
Yes, I'm going! No need to be rude about it.
*grumbles*
fine.
Bossy boots.
weather maps maybe be proven sound,
a-hum, a-hum.
However, I still think the hoopla is a bit excessive for what is essentially just a bunch of cold fluff. Perhaps a larger than normal amount of cold fluff, but it's not like it's the normal cold white shit. Don't drive (Boston's enacted a driving ban from now till 4am tomorrow morning) or otherwise be stupid, and everything should be fine. No power lines should come down from this unless they were structurally unsound to begin with.
That said, I'm looking forward to what we'll wake up to! It's almost better than Christmas, because there really is an element of unknown with a storm. I will be disappointed if we only get the equivalent of a lump of coal, though (less than 12").
Though, if more snow means the power will go off, then I'd be willing to be happy with that lump.
The only thing that worries me about this storm is that Geoff will have to get home somehow, and if he waits too long, it's going to be a tough slog, battling the wind the entire way as he will be. But, he's a big boy and can take care of himself, so I shan't worry too much.
The more pressing bad thing about this storm is that it's very difficult to maintain a sober enough attitude to do what's necessary. I just want to curl up and read. In fact, that's what I've done for the majority of the day. ("Sign of the Beaver" is really quite a good (Youth-YA) book, btw.)
But now I should go cook our dinner. Especially since the power may go out at some point. We want to have food on hand, now don't we? (She says quite reluctantly.)
Right. I'm off.
Yes, I am.
No, not to the couch, but to the kitchen.
Yes, the kitchen!!!
(I was not eying those movies! What innocent look was that?)
I'm off.
Yes, I'm going! No need to be rude about it.
*grumbles*
fine.
Bossy boots.
