DAMN YOU . . .

I scoffed at the weather forecasters all day today. Snow? "What snow?" I asked in disdainful disbelief. I believe the word I used to describe it all was "hooey." As in "that weather forecast is just a bunch of hooey."

Of course it was I who got a swift kick in the pants when I SLID down the hill to my house this evening on the way home from work. Rain in the air, I-dunno-what on the ground. Thank goodness I was the only car on the block at the time. For a moment, it was fun and I said, out loud, "Whoooooooo!" with a grin on my face. Then it wasn't so fun.

Then it just became a load of hooey.