Please Don't Freeze My Horse

So it snowed earlier today.

This is weird. Georgia is one of those places that maybe gets one inch of snow over the course of six years. And when we do see snowfall, it's in mid-January, when transplanted Yankees such as myself are finally ready to admit that the weather might be a little chilly. But here it is, the first day of December, and we've got scattered flurries. There may even be some more tonight.

Personally, I love snow. I don't even mind driving in the stuff. But as I've said before, native Georgians can't handle it. I'm sorry to stereotype, but it's true. Whenever Georgians hear there's a chance of flurries, all the bread disappears from the stores. Since our snow always melts within three hours, and nobody eats that much bread in a single day, I can only assume the loaves are used as an alternative to wall insulation and/or firewood.

Now the amount of snow we got today wasn't enough to make people batten down the hatches; it was forty degrees outside so there was no accumulation. But I think this is going to see a lot of Georgians on edge. Getting any snow this early in the season might be a precursor to something much bigger. A repeat of the infamous "blizzard of '99," perhaps? Maybe we'll get up to three inches of snow this year! If so, let the record show that I called it first. Therefore, I get naming rights. I've already thought of a few good ones:

• The Three-Day Ice Age
• Grampa's Dandruff Tornado
  
• Jack Frost's Ice Cube Sandwich
• Blizzcon EDITOR'S NOTE: this name has been stricken from the list due to threatened legal action from Blizzard Entertainment.
• Breadfest 2008