Waiting for Gouda

So it snowed again last night, which made it the 94th day with measurable snow so far in 2008, which is really rather remarkable, when you stop to think about it.

I do believe that the world’s greatest living meteorologist, true American treasure, and one of my personal heroes, Tom Skilling, would probably say something like, “That makes it the 2nd snowiest winter since 1999, the 7th snowiest since the late seventies, and the 19th snowiest since weather record-keeping began in 1876.”

And you would have to take his word for it, because honestly, are you going to bother looking that up yourself? No, you’re not. And besides, Tom Skilling never lies.

His brother Jeffrey, on the other hand… well.  Let’s not hold his family against him.

People cannot help to whom they are related.

I am not normally one to complain about snow. I like snow. I’ll take a foot of snow any day over a foot of… hot.

But this is ridiculous. You know that email that you used to get about once a year that tells the story of a man who moves to and is really happy the first couple times it snows but by the end he wants to kill the snowplow driver?

This winter is kind of like that email. Except without the typos and pictures of puppies in the signature.