O NOES TEH SKY IZ FALLING!!11!~ oh wait

When I went to bed, I was promised 5-8" of snow with predictions of IMMINENT DOOM and--perhaps? could it be?--a chance of a snow day.

I wake up to find a barely noticeable sprinkle of white frosting the grass.

PSA, At Least If You Know Both Of Us

At last, my morning has stopped screaming long enough for me to be able to say:

Happy birthday, shechameleon!