Item of the Day: Weather...or Not

I hate the day before an alleged snow day. It just blows.

Everyone is all like, "Did you hear about the forecast? We're supposed to have 10-14 inches of snow. We're DEFINITELY not going to have school tomorrow."

Folks, let's be realistic. How many "snowpocalypses" can we really have per winter? Chances are we're just going to get a light dusting, and then you're going to complain all day tomorrow because you feel cheated out of a purely hypothetical day off.**

**Extended side note: Look. I don't WANT to have this attitude, but time has taught me to be the Negative Nancy here. In high school, this happened to me ALL THE TIME, and I am just SICK of having my snow day dreams dashed to jagged icy pieces.

On days before a forecast blizzard, I would get so psyched to get a mini-vacay. It was seriously like Christmas; I almost wouldn't be able to sleep. I'd wake up in the morning, expecting a white winter wonderland and a radio announcement confirming that my school had been devastatingly buried under several feet of snow, but no. Instead, I would be greeted by the bland tan of dead grass in my yard, which seemed to taunt me with its nakedness ("Yo, Gretch! Enjoy that geometry test today! I'mma just sit here and SUNBATHE...sucka!").

Guys. I am sick of being bitch-slapped by Jack Frost.

Still, I can't keep myself from holding on to some semblance of snow day hope. While writing this post, I got up to look through the window and check the ground THREE TIMES. And the snow is not even supposed to start for another 5 hours.

So, I wish it weren't there, but it is - that little voice in the back of my head that is totally jinxing any possibility of a day of wintry freedom:

omg snow day tomorrow!