Thursday, December 16, 2010
The view from my window - why Virginians don't do snow
Snow in Virginia seems to be becoming more common; it's enough to make any former Vice President cum climate change guru, seek out the nearest massage parlor.
That's not to say Virginia copes. My daughter's school seems to close down every time it rains, so 3 inches of snow is the equivalent of snowmaggedon.
Bt there's something cosy about being off work in a warm house watching it snow outside, so far resisting any invites to freezing snowball fights.
It's snug but not snug enough to wear a Snuggie. A site called Snuggie Sutra was recently launched, describing all the possible sexual positions for Snuggie wearers. Sorry but there's nothing about a snuggie that would remotely want me to get my rocks off. Snuggies suggest steaming mugs of cocoa and white Labradors.
And the sort of people who jump on Tempur-Pedic beds to see if they can knock over glasses of red wine.
I suppose I could go out in the snow to take pictures of Virginians coping badly, of cars skidding into each other and one eyed souls trolling around on the ice in the parking lot of the nearby Wal-Mart.
But my car's already disappeared under the white stuff so this might be a good time to grab a glass of wine and wish myself away to sunny Cleveland, Ohio.