Monday night 9:00pm - The mood is tense. I'm perched by the window hoping to catch sight of the first flake, even though the weather guy says it won't start till about midnight. Jason says it's not happening. I tell him to shut it or the snow fairy will hear and then we really won't get any snow.
Monday night 11:45 pm - Jason checks the online weather center for an update. They've adjusted the originally predicted 4 - 6 inches down to 2 - 4 inches. Jason says "See? They're already pulling back. It's not happening." I say "Why are you being so negative?!? Of course it's happening! Just you wait!"
Monday night 12:00 midnight - I hop out of bed and look outside. No snow. Jason says "It's not happening." I say "Shut up."
Tuesday morning 7:00 am - I dance around the house singing "I told you so! I told you so! I told you so!"
Tuesday afternoon 3:00-ish - The snow finally stops. After Jason finishes his conference call, we decide to take a spin around the 'hood.
Well, we attempt to take a walk. What really happens is that Jason immediately has flashbacks of his frozen New England childhood and constantly pelts me with snowballs.
Our twee little house...
Some scenes around the neighborhood...
And today, we were left with this death trap, perched conveniently over my front porch, willing and ready to take out any errant salespeople or bible beaters that dare darken my doorstep. You've been warned.