Everyone else is upset because it's felt like the end of summer for TOO LONG.
I grew up in New England, so I have fond memories of tromping around in the snow, using overturned picnic tables as makeshift forts in snowball fights, and having to skate my way across the driveway to get to the house. I don't even really mind shoveling (though that won't stop me from complaining about it).
That being said, I take offense to it being 70 degrees on Christmas. This is not Christmas in July, I don't want to be all holly jolly wearing tank tops.
Do I live in Florida? No? Then why would you do this to me.
Make it stop. Seriously
September and October are for crisp, cool days and leaves in reds and golds. Thanksgiving is for the first frosts, turkeys, and choosing which scarf matches your outfit. December is for the first snows and finding where the hell you buried your mittens from last year.
In both New England and DC, December is not is WARM.
Enter Winter Storm Jonas, affectionately named Snowzilla.
SO MUCH SNOW
It was bad enough out that my work was canceled on Friday. I work for the news. We're like the post office: if it is a working day during working hours, screw everything, you're coming in anyway. And we got cancelled.
I stopped off at the grocery store on my way home from work on Thursday to pick up the last few things for the weekend. It seemed important to pick up some potatoes and some onions to add to the veggies I already picked up for my pot roast, and what better way to weather the weather than to make a big batch of comfort food. Apparently I was the only person not freaking out and buying everything in sight.
Clearly you won't be able to go to the store for months, and this is why everyone needs to clean out the shelves
Most of the store looked like this. Row upon row of empty shelves. Even the potatoes were gone, leaving only two small roasting pans worth of fingerlings. Seriously though, I know you guys weren't all making pot roasts. Why the hell do you need to clean out an aisle's worth of potatoes for? Are you using them as backup batteries in case your power goes out? Do you need your spuds as ammunition and protection in case the looting begins post-blizzard?
And don't even ask about the bread and milk. Everyone had this mentality in their frenzy to grab as much as possible for a weekend's worth of heavy snow.
Literally every time
And then the storm hit. And it was perfect. Two straight days of nonstop snowfall, leaving half of DC paralyzed in fear and the other half happily wandering around in the snowy drifts. My friends and I, being the snow bunnies that we are, went out wandering around and tossing drifts of snow at each other. There were snow angels, there were tracks disappearing into the drifts, and there were snow-encrusted hats and coats.
Of course, this being DC, the snow didn't stick around for long. Within a week the temperature spiked and the mountains of snow were reduced to sad little puddles on the sidewalk. That being said, I might be back to sulking in a corner and dreaming of ski slopes.
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