I saw the weather report and learned that there was a 100% chance of snow tomorrow morning (Monday). I can't say how excited I am. I say this earnestly, not in gest. For some reason the snow awakens the little child in me, and though I cannot often play in the snow, I become nearly giddy when I see it falling. I don't know exactly why I react that way. I really hate driving in the snow and trying to push my son's stroller uphill in it. However, I think it comes from my childhood in Georgia. I awaited any snow report with baited breath, because in Georgia, everything shuts down when the word "snow" is mentioned on the news. Atlantans do not know how to drive in icy conditions, and there is, like, one snow plough in the entire state. Atlantans also have an insatiable craving for milk and bread before it snows. Everyone thinks they will be "snowed in" and unable to leave their house for at least a week, and apparently milk and bread are the prescribed food for such catastrophes. There was only one time in my life when we were actually unable to drive for a while. That was the Blizzard of '93. It snowed about half a foot in my neck of the woods, and though that is like nothing here in Utah, it was a new landmark in snow accumulation. Though Georgia does not have a lot of snow, it can get a large amount of ice. The ice brings down power lines and makes streets untraversable. We were without power for a week, and there was, of course, no school. To make things even more interesting, this was in the middle of MARCH. It NEVER snows in March in Georgia. Finally on Sunday night we decided to spend the night in the local Days Inn where there was power and heat. Did I regret the fact that I prayed and hoped for snow and received that desire of my heart? Not a bit....