We never quite outgrow the excitement that a looming snowstorm brings, do we? Maybe if I lived in an area that is accustomed to snow falling by the foot, things would be different, but here in Dixie, four inches is measured as a storm of such proportions that the small-town hustle and bustle comes to a screeching halt for at least a day, possibly two.Let's see . . . milk? Check. Bread? Check. Candles? Naturally. Gas logs working? Yep. Batteries and flashlight? Sure. Cocoa and those tiny li'l marshmallows? You betcha.
Ready for the onslaught.
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