I usually don't have any faith in TV weather forecasters. It seems to be the only job where you can be wrong all the time, and still stay employed. Weather forecasters seem to excel in an inability to accurately predict what the weather is going to do. This time, however, they hit the nail on the head. They said we here in the Irish Riviera were going to be walloped with one heck of a snow storm, and they were right.
Man, we were hit with one doozy of a snow storm! Thankfully, Perfect Wife and I have finished all of our Holiday shopping, so we could just hunker down and enjoy the storm. By "hunker down", I mean that I could complain about lower back pain and avoid snow-shoveling duty, while she went out and did the heavy lifting. Believe me, it is a pleasure to sit back with a cup of hot cocoa and watch your significant other shovel snow.
That is a joke, of course. I helped shovel the snow. I spent almost five minutes out there. As did Rocco the Wonder Dog. Although he hates most other versions of inclement weather, Rocco loves the snow. Why, we do not know, but we have stopped trying to understand how Rocco's mind works.
In writing the above, I realize this entry might come out as a bitch-a-thon about the weather. That couldn't be further from the truth. I love having a white Christmas! I also promise a more substantial entry next time.
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow...