I got a phone call from my boss last night.
"Don't come in to work tomorrow; all facilities are closed and it will be too dangerous to travel. We'll talk tomorrow night or Thursday."
Great! My first snow day since my sophomore year of college! I'm so pumped, especially cuz most of my friends have the day off as well. I watched the news on my roommate's TV and paid special attention to the weather report, just to make sure. Yup, we're supposed to get a ton of snow.
As the evening continued, I kept looking out the window for signs of this impending blizzard. Nada. I fell asleep having seen nary a flake. I woke up in the middle of the night to find a dusting of snow on the fire escape outside my window. Big deal.
This morning, I woke up, looked out my window again and laughed. There was less than an inch of snow on the fire escape. I left my room to hear my roommate singing, "I have a snow day, I have a snow day! Yippee!"
Glad for her, but in slight disbelief, I commented, "Really - your work cancelled, too? Too hazardous to travel or something?"
She replied with glee, "Yup! It's really coming down out there."
I looked out the window and laughed again. "Sweetie, where I'm from, that's not called 'coming down'. That's called, 'put on your snowboots and go to school.'"
Still, I'm not arguing with a free day off. Maybe there will eventually be enough snow that we can have a decent snowball fight. ;-)