There are three things that are big deals in the South: God, football, and snow. Since the last one only happens in a big way every few winters or so (and by “big way,” I mean more than a dusting that only produces a few snowballs), it’s a really big deal. At the mere mention of the possibility of a flurry two weeks out, we Southerners start buying propane for our camping stoves and batteries for our flashlights. Okay, maybe that’s a slight exaggeration — more like one week out.
As you’ve probably gathered by now, snow is on the way. The weatherman is predicting a whopping four to six inches for my neck of the woods in South Carolina.
On top of snow on Friday and Saturday, it’s gonna be super cold on Sunday and Monday — with the low getting down to one freaking degree one night and nine degrees another. Our schools closed down one day and did delays the next when the temp got down to the teens a year or two ago, so even if the snow gods do screw us over, I’m pretty sure the kids will be getting a long weekend.
Today I ran out to the grocery store and stocked up on bread and milk and a few other items. I could justify my shopping trip with the fact that we were out of milk and had only three slices of bread, plus an end piece (the other one fell in the floor when I was fixing LM’s sandwich), but I’m totally gonna pretend that it was all about #breadandmilkSNOMG. Walmart’s parking lot looked like Black Friday at two in the afternoon. The shelves were mostly wiped, but I did luck out (sort of) and got a loaf of Walmart brand sandwich sliced bread.