Ok, enough already.
We all knew that a Chi-town native would bring some changes to Washington, but did that really have to include record snowfall levels? There is literally nowhere left to put the snow. Our complex's employees, more versed in landscaping than snowblowing, have given up for the time being. It's weird to look out the windows and see what look like big marshmallows instead of cars.
At least those of us from the midwest can stop boasting that WE know what real snow is, and scoff when the federal government closes at the slightest chance of wintry mix. I stand corrected. This latest storm -- an additional boatload on top of the ridiculous boatload that was delivered last weekend -- would bring even Green Bay to its knees.
My lovely husband, who left the tropics for the land of the Nor'easter when he was 19 and had to dig out his car from Boston's streets on more than one occasion, is nonplussed. He gunned our car past the snowbank hemming it in on all sides, slid to the grocery store down the block, and came home with dinner.
Tomorrow he will brave the beltway to pick up Becca, Sofia and Sarah, who are leaving the tundra of Wisconsin in February for a DC buried in snow (that is, if their flight isn't cancelled again). Sorry we don't live in Fiji, guys.
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