Pathetic

So many of you know that we are living in the Northeast. And many of you would have expected that we would see some nice "white" winters while we were here. As the snow deprived Arizona kid I am, I once thought this too. We first started hearing about this HUGE snow storm that would hit on Sunday night. I was immediately thinking three day weekend. Seminary for the kids in our ward was already canceled, even before one drop of precipitation hit the ground. The gigantic storm was slated to arrive around 9 pm. As I sat at the computer, writing a paper for school, I would check weather.com on the status of this enormous storm. Word on the street said we'd get 8-12 inches in our area. 9 pm rolled around and nothing. It was only until 10 pm that I started to see a few flakes fall. I was thinking that these suckers better start falling faster if we were to get that 8-12 inches. I checked the weather again. 5-8 inches. It started to pick up around 11:30 pm. By the time I went to bed 30 minutes later, it had dropped off significantly. So much for the three day weekend.

I woke up this morning and looked out the window to assess the damages of the grandiose storm that rolled through the night. Pathetic. That was my first thought. Pathetic. I could see the grass still poking through the snow. This is what everyone was worrying about? Finding out Santa wasn't real was less of a let down.

I've lost all hope. The one positive? Watching Connecticut drivers take on the roads when there is snow present. Funny stuff. I guess it really goes to show that snow is something they don't see here too often.