I would love to see some snow this season, but I don’t think it’s going to happen. At least not in Chesapeake. We had a bit of flurrying, and by “bit” I mean tiny bit. The locals here call it “snow,” but us transplants know better (and I know that is totally incorrect English). I also hate the fact that the weathermen keep calling for snow, too. They LIE! You know what I have here? Rain.
I miss going outside in a blizzard and hearing nothing else but the snow falling and the wind whirling around. I miss how the snow covered everything so much that the streetlights caused the whole neighborhood to have an eerie orange glow. I miss you, snow. Visit soon.
On another note, I am going to Radford with Peter on Friday afternoon. We will leave “school” (aka my job) at 3:10 and drive 6 hours to SW Virginia. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand…. I hear it may snow there on Saturday night š š I will bring my camera!
In other news, Petri the Betta has died.
Poor Petrie š so sad
Have a good time at Radford-enjoy the snow and the eggplant parm!