I know where we live. I know what time of year it is. But, this is ridiculous. God told Noah to build an ark before all that rain came. Please, anyone, did you get the memo that you were supposed to build a luge track? Train a team of sled dogs? Buy a snow plow? I don't even know if my car goes faster than 30 mph anymore... I've decided to throw out all my clothes and shoes; all I need is my parka and my boots... It's just as well I never did my hair, anyway.
I'm now waiting for the day when Benjamin looks out the window and declares, "Look, Mom! It's not snowing!"