The reason we’re getting clobbered by snow

On the second day of Spring, we’re expecting 8 to 13 inches of fresh snow. Honestly, this is my husband’s fault. Whenever he attends a conference, a major snowstorm arrives. Where is he right now? In California. At a conference. Where am I? A few miles south of Philadelphia, firing up the snowblower to clear off the driveway. Where is my dog? Right here, and not too happy about the weather.

The last time my husband was at a conference, we got 32 inches of snow, we almost ran out of propane gas to heat the house, and my kid came down with bronchitis. Boy oh boy, that was fun. I promise that as soon as my husband returns, warm weather will arrive. Just hang tight for a few more days.

My plan: burrow under a blanket with a great book and emerge periodically to consume warm tomato soup, buttery grilled cheese sandwiches, and chewy brownies. What will you be doing?