sweet mother of god, they're predicting snow tomorrow morning...

Fortunately, our weathermen have an accuracy rate which ranks somewhere between appalling and worthless. But if it does snow, even a single flake, then we are doomed. I've written about this several times before - DC is the biggest wussy when it comes to snow. We collapse. But I don't care, the Manor is loaded with firewood, tortilla chips, Religious Experience Salsa, Tab, and Virginia Gentleman. We're ready for the Apocalypse...