Be Careful What You Wish For

I'm not afraid to use the occasional adage now and then, and "be careful what you wish for" seems most apropos now.  You see, here in North Carolina we don't encounter vast amounts of snow.  We see more snow than say, Mexico or Barbados, but not as much as Alaska or New England.  So, when Mr. Weatherman predicted snow for last weekend, I for one was so excited that my heart pounded like bongos in my ears!

I love the snow.  Ah, the peaceful tranquility of sparkly little jewels falling lightly from the sky.  The rhythmic spray of those delicate flakes bouncing from the street as they turn into dense crystals.  The deluge of dread as those lovely gems turn into scary, hostile ice.

Did I wish for an inch of ice?  No.  Did I wish to be trapped in my own .29 acre of land for 3 days?  Nope, didn't ask for that either, but that is what I got, I mean, we, I'm not the only person in the state, though I sometimes I wish I were...damn, I didn't mean that...

--Fortuitous Observer