Okay. That’s it! I am so never, ever listening to those weather guys ever again.

As I wrote last night, the so-called meteorologists were forecasting huge amounts of the white stuff for my area for all throughout the night and into this morning. One said at least three inches, another up to 11. So, of course, I let myself sleep in a bit. And when I sauntered over to the window this AM, this is how many inches of snow there were on my lawn: ZERO.

Not only were my plans to play hooky from work (which I love, by the way, in case the people who sign my paycheck are reading this) and chill out at home dashed, but because I slept in, I was 23 1/2 minutes late for a big meeting at my office. Whoa boy. I had to do some fast verbal tap dancing once I slid into my seat, but I majored in Spin 101 in school, so I pulled it off. But I learned my lesson: no counting those snowflakes before they fall. But Nor’easter, tropical storm, or tornado warnings? They’re still fair game.