I know it’s the sign of a lazy blogger to re-post something they wrote a long time ago – so sue me! Since the weather forecasters seemed to over-estimate our snow totals by a foot or more, this seemed like a good time resurrect this nugget.
I’ll just gobble down this pile of fat and sugar, then get going shoveling the driveway. (Image from every day with honey cake dot blog spot dot com)
A lot of people shrug their shoulders and say it was just the way these things go. They figure that despite the best computer models and professional judgement, sometimes things don’t go the way the pretty geniuses said they would. I choose not to blindly accept the sketchy excuses of these so-called experts. I look at the bigger picture and try to see what’s really going on.
After careful consideration of all the factors, I’ve come to a conclusion, and it’s a doozie.
Let me step back and set the stage for you. I live in the greater Philadelphia area. We’re far enough north to get snow, yet far enough south to squeal like a little Nancy-pants every time there’s any of it predicted.
Latin TV weathergirls are seldom bundled up in fleece…
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