Scoffing at the Weathermen

Well, I admittedly scoffed at the prediction of snow last night. I mean, I went to bed at 3am and it was still merely rain. I figured that this cold air they were talking about was a no-show. I felt my assumptions were valid when I woke up around 7 and still no snow. Then the boyfriend said there was ice around 8, and then I woke up to this at 10:

Of course today we are supposed to sign our lease and get our keys for the new place, as well as do some Valentine’s Day shopping, and I have class—at a school than never cancels classes. I’m a little worried about the weather adversely affecting all of these plans, but I suppose that’s life with Mother Nature.

If it ever stops blowing, I may try to take a walk around and get some wintry pictures that aren’t taken behind a window.