COME ON
A week ago, I took comfort during a frigid snap when I saw that Saturday's forecast was for 65 degrees and sunny. Today, I'm looking out my window at gigantic snowflakes flying through the air on a day that couldn't be grayer.
Weather guys get a bad rap, and I don't want to kill them too much, but sometimes they're just cruel.
At least Holly's already in Aspen, with hot toddies and rich people and nice rental skis. And I have the cats and their meaningless yelping to keep me company. Awesome.
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I might not have school tomorrow - at least I brought work home with me, so I can get papers graded.
Think I'll go out now and buy something I don't need - isn't that typical of impending storm behavior?
Damn.
Doesn't look good for a snow day. Maybe a late opening, which would be GREAT since we'll be having our post-Oscar brunch, courtesy of my dear friend K. Mapes, who is certifiable. But I love her so much!
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