Anyway, I did all my panic shopping this morning, and I'm sure I bought enough to payroll a Walmart employee for a week. Unfortunately, my town has missed the blizzard so far. So while I'm thrilled for my friends across the South who are texting me with "OMG SNOW THIS IS THE BEST THING EVER NEXT TO SHARK WEEK YAY THIS IS SO INCREDIBLY AWESOME" type messages, I'm constantly peering out the window to see if a flake of snow will hit the ground.
I have a feeling that I will be looking out the window all night long, only to find out that I will not get the snow day I want. This means I will have to drive to work a miserable woman tomorrow, aggravated that I did all this preparation for nothing, and then I'll be cranky the rest of the day. And that's just all kinds of bad. So please, snowstorm, hurry up and get here. I don't want my cabinet full of canned tuna to be for naught.