Day 2 of the little dusting that wanted to be a blizzard

Well, here we are, living in the new Ice Age, Atlanta-style. That means we have plenty of milk and bread. I wasn’t in town when the preparations were made, so I’m kind of afraid to check on the status of the toilet paper. Not too worried, though, cuz you know, this too shall pass.

BAHAHAHA. Sorry. I’m getting slap happy. Or stir crazy. Or whatever you people in really cold places call it. I might be calling it murder if things don’t loosen up soon.

Anyway, I digress. I intended to post about the beautiful snow and some darling little pictures of our dog romping around in the back yard and the scarlet hues of the cardinals as they eat from our feeder. You know, the quaint stuff that makes you feel all warm and fuzzy.

And then the damn dog peed in my foyer, evidently because she is displeased with exposing her delicate butt to the formerly fluffy snow now glazed with about an inch of hard, cold ice. She fell. I almost fell. In the end, I was pissed (heh, heh-heh) but I understood. I had a rather shocking wake up this morning when I went for my morning…ablutions.

Yesterday, the snow was fresh, the excitement was contagious, and I didn’t have to work. I used my morning for housekeeping and cooking, and then played all afternoon.

Today I haven’t changed out of my pajamas. I’m not even wearing a bathrobe. I didn’t brush my hair, instead, putting it up in a top knot. I look a little bit like a Sumo Wrestler so I will consider my husband’s feelings and go get dressed.

I sat through the View.

I think this is how people get depressed.

Rumor has it more of the same tomorrow. It seems that the city is unable to recover, not from the snow, but the ice that has sandwiched it. If so, I think I’ll get up and wear a suit around the house.

It may be the only thing inspiring me to avoid Jerry Springer.

what a crazy snow storm!

First, relax. I mean, snow storm for most of you is a serious thing. I’m talking about a snow storm in Atlanta, which pretty much means a couple of inches of snow that had the audacity to stick for more than an hour. Even as I write, it’s starting to melt and turn into something more dangerous: ice.

Ice is something we are familiar with around here, and it ain’t pretty.

But I digress. I just wanted to share with you today’s adventures. It started snowing at around 11 in the morning. It was the typical ATL snow–a little rain, a little sleet, some random flurries. And then, BAM! It started snowing in earnest. We had some pretty big and fluffy flakes.

John and Christy got back from Miami in the nick of time. By 3 o’clock, there was some very real snow falling. You can see the beginning of it here:

We had to be on the road by 3:30 to deliver Vicky to the hotel by the airport where she had to check in for some Army processing, and we were going to hang around with her for dinner and stuff until her curfew, but she said she wanted us to go back home because the road conditions were so poor. I left reluctantly, but after a few minutes on the road was thankful that we had made the decision to leave. I slid around on some curves, and then it got ugly with very poor visibility. Remember that later.

Jonathan called to say that his youth group was cancelled, so we headed to the church to pick him up. We stayed for the Mass, which was poorly attended, and got caught in a blizzard! No kidding! It was snowing like what we had experienced in Germany. Visibility was very poor, and conditions were pretty dangerous. Yes. Dangerous. A tree fell in front of us on Bluebird Hill and even though I hit the brakes as gently as possible, we slid right into it.  The tree sailed over the top of the car (by the way, in the same spot where I hit that big deer a few years ago). All I can say is that I may drive a loser cruiser, but it has it’s advantages with the cowcatcher design in the front. 😉

Anyway, all is well. School is cancelled for tomorrow. I’m not sure if my college will decide to close, but I am predicting that I will cancel my class. We live at the top of a hill. The ice is forming even as I write.