Dreaming of a White Halloween

Snow days f*cking rule if you're a teacher. You get a short but much needed respite from the urchins. Usually we get thrown one or two during the mid-winter jicker, but the gods of winter decided to give us a surprise reach around.

Usually the "snow day" routine is to wake up at 5 am on a snowy morning in February, turn on the news, wipe the rice krispies out of the corner of your eyes in hopes of seeing your school on the news.

Most of the time we get just a teasin':

BUFFALO SCHOOLS CLOSED - Staff Report.

That usually gets a resounding "Faaaaaaaaaaahkkkk!"

The school district actually called us last night and gave us the heads up, though. We got to sleep in here at the Prego household. That is until the in-laws called us up at 7am and the Fletchmonster woke up. Oh well... At least I get back to back "three day weekends."

Ordinarily we brush off a two foot snowfall without batting an eye, but since the trees still had most of their leaves on them branches were snappin' off all around town. In the process, cars were damaged, power lines were yanked and the morning drive was made quite treacherous.

Here's a few snapshots of my neighborhood this morning. I'll start off with a picture of an ominous Red Cross billboard that's been up for a couple weeks:


Something tells me this f*cker didn't go to work either:

A couple of barflies presumably walked home:

So much for a cozy sidewalk cafè table at Le Metro Bistro & Bakery:

This branch spanned our street, thus cutting off traffic.

I like this f*cker's appropriately emblazoned sweatshirt.

Elmwood Avenue is usually bustling at 9 am.

Here's one of the Prego family sh*twagons:

And some unfortunate soul's ride:

And here's your hero bringing home some emergency supplies from the local gas station.

Stay warm, pinches.