After braving the crowds at the Stop N Shop near our house last night, we are stocked to get us through the weekend.
- Several cans/boxes of hot cocoa? Check.
- Cords of wood in case we lose heat? Check times two.
- Oranges and blueberries? Check.
- Yogurt? Check.
- Popcorn, Triscuits and WisPride? Check, check and check.
- Beer and other potent potables for those of us who can drink? Check for Larry, boo-unrs for me.
And of course, we have the most important snowstorm supplies: BREAD AND MILK.
We also have eggs. Which, can someone please explain to me, in times of Impending Snow Doom™, why EVERYONE needs to clear the shelves of milk, bread and eggs – in that order?! Does snowstorm automatically mean mandatory French toast the next day? I just don’t get it.
(True story: I really thought I was going to snag a whole gallon at the grocery store last night. I was lucky to make it out with my half-gallon and MY LIFE.)
The snow has already begun falling. Saba’s been keeping a watchful eye on events:
Toro, meanwhile, is less wrapped up in “snOMG” panic:
Governor Patrick has just signed an executive order banning road travel on all state roads after 4pm today. With just a little over two hours before the ban, I of course called to get my apparently last pizza delivery for the weekend. (Don’t worry – I tip extra anytime I order in during shitty weather.)
I’m not sure yet how to feel about this storm. It’s coming down pretty steadily, but yanno – they’re just tiny little snowflakes. It’s just a little frozen water. But they’re calling for up to THREE FEET here, potentially making this the biggest snowstorm on record in New England. With each flake that falls, I cast a shifty, nervous glance at the rapidly accumulating snowfall on the ground.
Have I mentioned that I hate snow? Probably should have given that more serious thought before buying a home in Massachusetts, but whatever.
We’re here, the Snowpocalypse has begun and here’s hoping we don’t lose power so I can get some work done and watch Doctor Who all weekend.