That's what the weatherman is saying to prepare for, snowfall-wise. *sigh*
I'll let you know tomorrow if it comes to pass. (If I have power.) I'm too depressed to think about it now. *more sighs*
You know, this would probably be a lot more exciting if I could ski. Or ice skate. Or had the least desire to build a snowman. But I grew up in the sunny south, where snow is just a picturesque thing you look at.
Sure, I've lived in VA for most of my married life, but it's the childhood experiences that define you, right? And I am defined by winters where snow shovels are like tits on a boar--you might find them, but they are purely ornamental.