Why do I always feel let down by the weatherpeople on TV when it comes to their predictions regarding snow?
Between yesterday and this morning we were set to get 3"-6" of snow and I am sure we did not. To me 3"-6" is a blanket of snow where everything is covered. What we had when I woke up was far from a blanket, I could see through the snow to the grey and orange of the rooftops beneath. I was not and am not happy. The weatherpeople got it wrong.
The reason I want the snow is not even to gain a day off school, it's Sunday for one...and I am 28 years old. I'm not even angling for a day off work, again it's Sunday and I am currently looking for work. It is my inner child that wants the snow, my inner child that wants to go out and make snow angels in the street, throw a snowball at a window then run away, or perhaps build a very droll looking snowman.
Perhaps I should be happy that my inner adult can be calm. I don't have to worry about the snow becoming an obstacle to my life, I can drive the car to the supermarket if needed, even though we have enough soup in the house to last a month.
I'm being too pessimistic, lets look at this glass as half full. At least now we maybe able to go into New York tomorrow, for the first time together since we moved in, and maybe we can have a nice lunch out and maybe...oh fu*k it I wanted snow!
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