Remember that story about Chicken Little. She convinced all of her friends the sky was falling because an acorn bonked her on the head while she was out for a stroll in the woods.
Do I smell snow?
Well, here in North Carolina, the weathermen and the school officials are Chicken Little. "The snow is coming! The snow is coming!" So, like all of Chicken Little's friends, we ran to the grocery store and stocked up on bread and milk. Goosy Loosy(aka moi) made a huge pot of chili. The roads were salted. School was delayed two hours to give the snow time to melt.
Quick! To the grocery store!
Goosy Loosy changed her alarm clock and went to sleep with a smile on her face knowing she would get two extra hours of sleep and the yard would be covered in snow in the morning. At 8:15 am, Goosy Loosy hopped out of bed, threw up the sash, and saw her usual winter-brown backyard.
Where the hell's the snow?
Dammit! No snow! But wait, I don't like snow. I got to sleep two extra hours. And, the kids are off to school! Woohoo! Goosy Loosy loves snow days!