So there’s this giant blizzard heading my way, and they’ve dubbed it Nemo.
I don’t recall blizzards ever getting names in the past.
Because of this impending snowpocalypse, like everyone else in my neighborhood, I went to the grocery store to stock up on food and supplies. After making my way through the crowded isles and getting everything I needed, I then waited in the checkout line for over 30 minutes (those are the times when I’m truly grateful to have the internet in my pocket).
Needless to say my time intended for creating a follow-up anniversary post for today had been swallowed up by preparations for Nemo.
On that note… maybe next time can we just give a storm a more basic, wintery name. Looking on my desk I see the perfect one. How about “Mr. Snow”:
I think newscasts would be a lot more fun if they included the following statements; “I hope everyone is prepared for the arrival of Mr. Snow!” and “Mr. Snow is making his way across the eastern seaboard and travel is not advised. “, or how about “Mr. Snow should be taken very seriously.”, and so on. The kids would love it. And so would I.
That’s it from me for today as I still have a few more blizzard preparations to make. If you’re on the East Coast, I hope you’re all ready for Mr. Snow…er Nemo!
See you next time!