I hate the Weatherman!

So, as I was sitting and eating my mini-wheats this morning I heard on the radio a truly evil and despised four letter word here in Canada... "snow". Yup, that's right, "snow" said the weatherman this morning. Now, this four letter word nearly had me choking on my breakfast as I stared in disbelief at the TV screen. Now, it's September, still fall here in the Northern portion of the continent, so this is not a word you wish to be hearing bandied about. It is a word that, most especially at this time of year, strikes terror into our Canuck hearts.

So, sitting there with my mouth gaping, he calmly goes on to say that it's only a chance of said "snow" that we'll most likely not be bothered by it. Right... now that it's been said, we're sure to get some. One never... ever... EVER! says that word before November. It's the Murphy's Law of weather, say it and it will happen just to piss you and everyone that know you off, resulting in a bloody beating of you. Well, not quite that, but it's a close approximation of the actual phrase.

I came to work and what is everyone talking about? That's right "snow". Loverly! Peachy! Just freakin' terrific!! *sighs* So, I am digging out my shovel, sealing the windows and getting the furnace ready this weekend, because with the people I know, we should be eight feet under by Monday. From the soon to be white North - Peace out folks... gotta go find my mukluks...