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Allegedly, we could get snow in my neck of the woods tomorrow.

Consider me skeptical. I’ve been burned too many times by the possibility of snow.

I know that some of you live in parts of the world where snow is an annual occurrence. To some of you, snow is an afterthought. Those you who prefer warmer weather might even hate snow.

Let me tell you something. When you live in an area of the country that hasn’t seen snow in over a decade, the possibility of snow is a big deal. In your head, you hype it up like it’s the greatest thing on this planet.

Snow is like that tropical paradise convicts in prison movies talk about going to once they “bust out of jail.” It’s like that food you crave when you haven’t eaten in a while. It’s like the music of Kurt Cobain and Nirvana.

In other words, snow isn’t really all that special. It’s just perceived as special due to circumstances. And in this case, the circumstance is: it never freakin’ snows where I live!

So, that is why the possibility of snow tomorrow is a big deal. We never get snow. Also, it’s a big deal because I love to wear jackets and snow would allow me to wear a jacket without anyone asking me, “Why are you wearing a jacket? It’s not even that cold.”

However, like I said, I’m skeptical. Every couple of years I’m teased with the possibility of snow on some random winter day.

“Did you hear the news? It might snow on Tuesday!”

“The weatherman says it’s supposed to get down to 20 degrees tonight. We could see snow!”

“It’s snowing in the Carolinas. We could be next!”

Lies. All lies.

Heck, I didn’t even get to experience snow when I visited Minnesota during Thanksgiving a couple years ago.

I was so excited about seeing snow I didn’t even mind the fact I was going to be away from my family. In early November that year, Minnesota already had over a foot of snow. I was psyched! I bought gloves. I bought a scarf. I bought a ski cap. I bought a wool trench coat. I was ready for some snow!

By the time Thanksgiving arrived, it had stopped snowing. The snow from earlier in the month had already melted. Not only was there no snow, the temperature was practically the same as my home state.

Are you kidding me??

Minnesota, the state where Grumpy Old Men was filmed, a movie that portrayed Minnesota as an icy wonderland, couldn’t even give me snow.

So, again, I’m skeptical about tomorrow.

However, I do look pretty darn good in my wool trench coat…

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