Am I the only one who is terribly disappointed in the blizzard that wasn't?
I know the mid-Atlantic is sick of snow by this point, but we haven't had a single real storm all winter, and I'm feeling a little let down.
See, snow is magical. That feeling you get when you wake up and look outside to see the whole world covered in white, or bonding with your neighbors over the hassle of shoveling the sidewalk, or going inside once you're all done and curling up with hot chocolate and a book: that stuff can only happen when we have a blizzard, and that didn't quite happen around these parts today.
Oh well. Winter's not over for another month, right? We still have time.
Just one little blizzard, please? Come one, Mother Nature. I'll be good, I promise!