The Iceman Cometh

or, maybe not

We went into Friday night with the weatherman making dire predictions of doom and gloom and three inches of ice and no power and WE'RE ALL GOING TO SUFFER!

It rained like hell and got pretty cold (34F).

We woke up Saturday to dire predictions of doom and gloom and three inches of ice and no power and WE'RE ALL GOING TO SUFFER! I had a 9am haircut scheduled so I went to that, but went home expecting the weather to turn on me any minute.

It rained like hell and stayed cold.

We went to the Saturday afternoon birthday party (it rained like hell and stayed cold) and came home wondering if, indeed, there would be any "weather".

The weatherman assured us that REALLY I SWEAR tonight and tomorrow there will be doom and gloom and three inches of ice and no power and WE'RE ALL GOING TO SUFFER! Except that one channel pointed out the possibility that since the temperature at 3,000 feet was in the 60s, and that was where the clouds were that were generating the rain, it might not freeze up after all.

Sunday, it rained a little bit and was cold.

Last night, the idjit weatherman was STILL trying to perpetuate the myth that we'd get a freak ice storm and that the National Weather Service really hadn't been out smoking crack while making our weekend weather predictions.

And yes, we got ice. A veryveryveryveryvery thin rime of ice on the roads, etc. And it's sunny (a full three hours before the 7am weather report predicted), so that won't last.

There is a reason I don't stock up too much for events like this. Based on experience, there are two possible outcomes: nothing happens in which case you didn't need to stock up. Or, it does happen in which case the power goes out for a few days and the food rots.

The good news is that Bean has the day off and she and I can go out an enjoy ourselves!