Catastrophic?

At 6:30 a.m. there is a steady flow of traffic outside on our four lane road, and it's SUNDAY. My bet is motorists are not heading to church, but most are doing a lot of praying.

"Catastrophic" is the word the weather-kid used to describe the half inch of ice and 6-15 inches of snow headed our way. No doubt about it, this is the big one! The weather service is predicting 6-10 in our immediate area preceded by the sheet of ice, followed by extreme cold and wind on Wednesday.

Hubby is going to hit the floor running when I tell him we have to join the throngs at the grocery store. He is going to pull on his trousers, brush his teeth, haphazardly button his flannel shirt, lace his tennis shoes, and toss on a jacket in record time. Excitedly he is going to rush out that door, keys jingling and head right to the shed where his brand new snow blower (doc said no more shoveling) and older generator are parked.

I'll say, "We need to go to the store."

He'll say, "Not now. Yay! I get to use my new snow-blower! I have to gas up the generator."

I'll say, "Not now!"

I'll have to do a lot of persuading to get him out of that shed once he enters. I think I'll hide the keys and 'find' them when we get back from the store. I'm heading out to buy some high-carb foods.

I'll keep you posted and will be adding to this blog post later today. Hubby will stay home and tinker with his toys, oops, tools, while I head off to a bridal fair with my daughter and granddaughter.