Massive storm ahead.
Winter storm warning.
Snow. Ice.
WHATEVER!
I refuse to believe it until I am knee deep in snow or slipping my way down the icy driveway to collect the mail. It's not that I don't like snow. In fact, I desperately want to be snowed in. It's a throwback to my stay-at-home mom days when wintry weather meant that I could stay in the house for days on end, leaving the driving to Mike and smiling as I looked out on inches of snow while I sipped hot chocolate.
We've had plenty of snow this winter, but not enough to shut us in. Just enough to be a nuisance.
I've been trying to ignore the weather updates that show up in my Facebook newsfeed and only listening with half an ear to the weather reports on the local news. I refuse to let those dang weather people get my hopes up.
To be fair, the guy on NBC tonight did suggest that there is a chance that all we will get here is rain. But while he was saying that, my eyes were focusing wistfully on the swath of blue indicating that northwest Indiana and the Chicago area could get anywhere from 12 to 24 inches of snow.
Am I nuts or what?
