Well, no. It didn’t. And I’m with Katie Allison Granju when I say that I am not a fan of the wintry mix. Hell, I’m 42-years-old and still make snow angels.

I want snow.

Cuppa Joe makes an excellent point about the snow insanity from yesterday:

I’m willing to bet cash money there was a super-secret provision in the surrender agreement signed at the end of the Civil War.

What was it?

Any time a snowflake falls to the ground in any state south of the Mason-Dixon Line, any business or school or government office can declare a legal holiday.

And Winston, who is probably one of the most clever men around, writes this:

Sunrise this morning finds Nashville and most of the Middle Tennessee area beginning the slow and dangerous process of digging out from the worst blizzard in recent memory. The entire region was buried in as much as 1/4 inch of heavy, wet snow. Some outlying area reported accumulations as much as 1/2 inch. Temperatures are not helping the dangerous conditions as thermometers plunged below freezing, dipping as low as 29 degrees in some parts of the area.

Heh. I love it when men get all snarky and groovy.

Good job, boys.