Snow, that is.
I live in LAS VEGAS, and they are forcasting SNOW for MOnday. It makes me laugh, kind of a lot.
Now, I am not denying the possiblity, at all. It snows apparently a little every year.
What makes me laugh is how worked up everyone is about this.
On the news last night (and I'm certain it will be this evening as well) they had an expert from the DOT on discussing how dangerous it is to drive fast when the roads are wet.
So, slow down everyone. PLEASE, I mean it. I was watching people flip their cars over in New Mexico. SLOW DOWN ON WET ROADS.
Another For example:
I was at the mall today, all.by.myself (this is a big deal, trust me) and I was in a particular store (I won't say which because on the off chance Derek reads this post, I don't want to spoil his Christmas surprise...) and this very lovely saleswoman comes up to me and tries to sell me slipper socks. (I DO NOT like it when people bug me with what they are selling. I am not good at refusing, and I have guilt when I do.)
Here is our conversation:
Lady: Have you FELT these socks? (holds up socks like they are a treasure)
Me: Excuse me?
Lady: These socks! FEEEEEEL them.
Me: (Akwardly touching socks, I wonder to myself how many other people have felt this exact pair of slipper socks today) Very soft.
Lady: And SOOOOOO warm! And only $3.50.
Me: Wow. That's cheap.
Lady: Yes, and it's going to be SOOOOO cold tonight. You'll need these.
Me: (stares stupidly at her, unsure of what to say.)
Lady: It may SNOW! You want them?
Me: Um. I'm from Wisconsin. Your "cold" doesn't scare me.
Lady: (Appearing bitterly disappointed, realizing she has lost) Oh. Never mind then.
And then she walked away.
I need warm slipper socks.
Sorry. It's just so funny.
I told Derek if it does snow we're not leaving our house, and not because I'm afraid of the snow.
I'm afraid of all the people who are afraid of the snow.
I am certain they laugh at me the same way when I cry and lament the 111 degree summer heat.