A petite blizzard!

Every so often, you get exactly what you asked for.

Don't you love it when that happens?

On Blizzards.

You guys.

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!

Last night, my dad took me out to dinner. We went out for Chinese Food (American-style), and I ate so much, I didn't even have room for ice cream. (This has never happened to me before in life).

That was okay, though, because at the end of the meal, I got the most perfect fortune cookie fortune.

Would such a fortune make you happy?