You can't really appreciate a massive snowstorm until you live in an area that totally freaks out when the white stuff starts falling.
I'm a Detroit native and also lived in Lake Tahoe. Snow typically doesn't scare me. Living in a Mid-Atlantic state is a totally different story. It takes the mere threat of a mere two or three inches to send people into a panic, making a wild dash to the grocery store to stock up on bread, toilet paper, and milk. I have no idea as to why these three staples are always the top three on the list. For me, it's way more important to make sure there's some good wine and cheese on hand, not to mention the key ingredients for chocolate chip cookies. In a pinch, if we run out of toilet paper in our house, there's always paper napkins. Oh sure, once in a while, the toilet clogs up if you use too much...but such is life.
In any case, the snow started falling in earnest late Friday night and didn't stop until last night. As of this writing, Sunday morning, I'm guestimating there's a good 18 to 24 inches out on the deck.
We did take a ride around town late yesterday evening. A party we'd been invited to had not been canceled and we braved the trek over to the other side of the city in my very capable, all-wheel drive, SUV.
This morning, I'm thinking about putting on my warmest fleece and muck-luck boots and taking a walk through the neighborhood, see if any stores are open for a little Christmas shopping.
Enjoy the White Christmas while it lasts. Beats rain, anyway.
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