If You Predict It (Enough Times), It Will Come

I live in the Northeast. It's a snowy place. Except this year. The Carolinas, Georgia and even Texas have seen some of the white stuff, but we haven't had a major storm since December. The meteorologists have predicted snow. According to them we should be buried under roughly 4-40 inches of snow by now (way to narrow it down), but all the storms have shifted left or right or simply evaporated into thin air and we are left with nothing. Well not nothing.

We've waited patiently, preparing for the moment that would bring snow angels and forts and give us a reason to use those snow boots by the door.

 

We've even had drills. Who can get their snow pants on the fastest?

I'll give you a hint: it's not Anthony. That child still calls me to come and wipe his butt. Putting his own snow pants on? He's definitely too good for that.

 

The days are cold and windy and gray and with no snow to catch pneumonia from play with. We've been shut-up inside. Prisoners in our own home. 

After a whole winter of lying meteorologists, who could blame us for rolling our eyes when they predicted that we would get a storm that would drop precisely 6-10 inches in our yards, thus making those new snow shovels a good investment after all.

 

Congratulations Mr. Meteorologist! After 6 attempts at predicting a snow storm you've finally done it! I see good things in your future. According to my sources you will have a very good day sometime within the next 6 to 10 months.