Snow Survival Essentials...According to Us

So the snow still hasn't arrived, but it will. Right now it is just gloomy and COLD. And boring. I mean yeah, I've spent all morning trying to get something trending on Twitter, but people are slacking. Or maybe they're not interested.

I saw one of my local radio stations asking for opinions on what they would like in a snow survival kit. Some were funny, and I decided to make on of my own. Then I asked Ariel what she wanted, and I should ask the husband what should be in his, but I have a pretty good idea. So I'll improvise with his.

So, without any further adieu, here are our lists.

Ariel's Snow Survival Kit:

• Lilo and Stitch (and all accompanying movies)
• Apple Jacks
• Kidz Bop CD
• "Unnies" (underwear, hey kid's got some priorities after all! lol)

Husband's Snow Survival Kit

• World of Warcraft
• Internet Connection
• Mountain Dew

  Becca's Snow Survival Kit:

• All of the Backstreet Boys CDs
• A coat (as I seem to be the only logical one here)
• Thin Mints (they're crack, I tell you)
• Entire series of Grey's Anatomy, in case I need to do emergency surgery. 
• Vodka. I'm sure I'll need it eventually.

So there you have it. I'm sure we won't make it two minutes into Snowmageddon. But we'll have great music to die to!

Snow Day!

You need to read that in the camel's voice. You know what camel I'm talking about.

Okay, so ever since I have lived in North Carolina, I have wanted a DECENT snowfall. I have appealed to all possible gods, I have written threatening letters to the weathermen (I was NINE! DON'T JUDGE ME!), I have tried to reason with Mama Nature herself.

Nothing. Maybe an inch or two at the most.

The year I have decided to leave this snowless wonderland, Mama Nature then decides that she wants to set things right.

As I type, the entire Southern portion of these United States is bracing itself for a MAJOR snowstorm. My area is looking at eight to ten inches.

Well played, Mama Nature. Well freaking played.

So now, we're looking forward to a bunch of "angel poop" (my cousin's description of the frozen precipitation) tomorrow. Schools are closed. Grocery stores have been wiped clean.

Snowmageddon has begun.

I don't know if I'm going to make it. I may queue up some posts in the event of my untimely demise in the wintery hell that's set for us tomorrow. Kind of like PS I Love You, but instead of love letters, you'll get a few snarky posts and a tearful goodbye to my online community.

Unless I forget. Then this would be the last post. In which I utter these last words:

Nitwit. Blubber. Oddment. Tweak.