A blizzard warning is up for Southeast Wisconsin tonight into Sunday. We've been warned. Lord, how we've been warned.
We're getting obligatory shots of snow plows at the ready, of heaps of road salt waiting to chew up the finishes of our cars, of runs at local grocery stores ("What!! You forgot to bring home STRING CHEESE?!?").
Here's how I girded my loins:
TV on...tipped at strategic angle for proper viewing of Storm Team coverage, interspersed with college hoop and the Ottawa vs. Buffalo NHL Rematch of Doom.
..a trusty hound, poised for mushing duty (our friend's dog, Leo, who we're sitting for this weekend). I wonder if I can lash one of those nifty brandy kegs around his neck? Leo!! Come here a minute...
...12 ounce soldiers, chilled and ready for action...
...and, one last look at my freshly shoveled driveway before the second wave hits Saturday night. I won't be seeing this pavement again until, what, July?
TV goes WAY overboard with snow coverage, but that's only because we viewers can't get enough of it. What they've done a great job of is letting us know well ahead of time that crud is coming...heaps of it. Plan accordingly. Stock the man-caves. Stay put. The one thing you won't be able to say Monday morning is, "Where in the hell did THAT come from?!?"
Godspeed. See you in spring, which arrives in Wisconsin around August 3rd.
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