No bathroom humor. Just snow.
I know Uncle Crappy’s friends in Cleveland are already tired of seeing it (DD, on Tuesday night: “Every time they tell us there’s an inch coming, we get a freakin’ half-foot.”) but as I’ve mentioned, there hasn’t been enough here to satisfy my tastes.
But that should get fixed starting Thursday night, when we’re supposed to see anywhere between 3 to 7 inches. And that’s just at home. In the mountains just east of town, they’re looking for more than a foot.
Can you see what’s coming? Wait for it…
And I know it’s not unusual for local TV to go overboard when a storm of any kind is approaching — and there have been times when the Pittsburgh TV people have done a nice job covering genuine weather emergencies — but, Jesus, they’re terrible when a snowstorm is predicted. Live stand-ups near one of the parkways 24 hours before a single flake shows up? Poor Dee Thompson will be shivering outside at 5 a.m. Thursday morning, talking about a storm that isn’t scheduled to show up for another 18 hours.
And then you go to the grocery store and, yes, ALL THE TOILET PAPER IS GONE. The milk supply is decimated. And it’s hard to say what happens to the beer supply, since we can’t freaking buy beer in grocery stores here, but if we could it would all be gone as well.
Not that matters to Uncle Crappy and The Wife. Because on Friday morning, as the storm is winding down, we’re heading out, either to Seven Springs or Peek N Peak, depending on what’s open and where the driving is best.
Yep. Skiing on Friday.
** Updated, 3:50 p.m. Dec. 8. Wow. As the radar shows, it’s a-comin.’