Baby, I’m not driving my car anywhere because I am snowed in. It figures the first year I actually drive to New Jersey for Christmas, rather than fly, we get dumped on. I was scheduled to drive back down to Virginia Beach tomorrow, but now I’m scheduled to sleep in and eat more Christmas cookies for breakfast.
Although, look at the bright side. My flight would have been canceled anyway.
Do you ever feel like these weather headlines get a little out of control? “Snow totals build as blizzard rages.” That’s what the Asbury Park Press says.
Rages? I’m not sure if that’s how I would describe it. I mean, if anything, I would say this snowstorm is a little lethargic. It’s just kind of moseying its way up the coast, dumping two to four inches per hour on our heads, but there isn’t much about it that’s raging, per se. If anything, it’s quite quiet and peaceful outside, save for the occasional 41 MPH gust of wind.
Being stuck three states away from home isn’t so bad. I’m pretty sure there’s more snow in Virginia Beach than there is here. Although there’s a good chance that could change by morning — I’m looking out the window, and I’d have to say we’re at about 12 to 14 inches and counting based on what’s piled up on the table outside.
The most entertaining part of this storm was conning my mom into taking pictures with the timer out of the back of her SUV after we stopped at FoodTown on the way home this afternoon.
My dad and my brother headed up to Newark this evening to the Devils game. Waiting with baited breath for their dramatic entrance because I’m pretty sure they’re going to have some trouble navigating through the foot of snow on our street.
Hope you’re enjoying the storm!
This crazy trip has got me feelin’: content
And I’m singin’ along to: Frosty the Snowman