It's going to snow, my Hubby said this morning. It doesn't snow much here in Seattle. Every once in a while but not often enough for people here to get any kind of sense of what to do when it does. Snow isn't just cold weather here. It's an event. We sell tickets for the show, too.
Minnesotans come by tour bus to watch the mayhem whenever the white stuff falls from the sky, just for the entertainment value. They sit out there in their t-shirts and lawn chairs, eating lutefisk, and lament the fact it isn't cold enough to ice fish. Meanwhile, we make a run on all the grocery stores to load up on enough non perishable goods for us to survive the wintry Armageddon.
It's been know to snow for more than twenty-four hours here. (Yes, hours. Not days.) And sometimes, that means we lose power. But usually, the snow comes and goes in just a few hours. Still, that's enough to close down all the schools and the for the local TV stations to issue advisories for everyone to stay home until the following Summer.
We take it pretty seriously.
This morning I had coffee in my snowflake mug which generally lingers in the back of my coffee cup collection all year long. But the season is upon us and I'm starting to feel that jolly spirit so out it came today. And yesterday, I drank from my snowman mug. And then Hubby said, it's going to snow.
It's not supposed to get cold enough to snow tonight and it's not in the forecast.
But you might want to run to the store and stock up just in case.
Coffee mugs never lie.
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