Snowpocalypse

The word "snowpocalypse" is being used far and wide to describe the great impending storm that will hit DC over the next 24 hours. (This website pretty much sums it up.)

This is not only the most snow I've seen in my seven years here; we're also on track to have the snowiest winter DC has seen in a century. (We need 18.7 more inches to have the snowiest winter in 100 years, and 27.1 more inches for the snowiest winter ever. Believe me, people are counting.)

And, of course, no one around here has any idea what to do about it. You'd think we were going to be stranded for a month. For example, this was the line at Harris Teeter last night when Rachel and Paul went to stock up on last-minute supplies:


The bread aisle, as captured by my friend Rob:


And the meat aisle...lovely, isn't it? (Remember how I said grocery stores around here can never keep things in stock? This is an entirely new level.)


Me? I steered clear of the store last night. (This, my friends, is why I buy in bulk. I have lots of frozen meats and veggies and sodas around here. No "stocking up" needed at this house.)

Instead, I just stopped to get Lucy more dog food and am working from home today so I don't have to deal with the roads. Chad is still planning to go to Atlantic City for guys' weekend, though he did consider my concerns enough to pack an extra bag of warm clothes and a shovel in case he gets himself stuck. (I'm secretly hoping he'll be home in four hours from work as planned, though he sits still about as well as Lucy and the two of them in this house while stranded may be too much.)

And Lucy, who apparently cannot sense when storms are coming - unlike other animals - seems perfectly unfazed.