Mother Nature: 2 points Carpool: 0 points

Sparky, before you even start, I know that, technically, this is not a blog posting about carpool but rather the lack thereof. To that I say, bite me, I've been stuck inside my g-d house for two days and I have to do something. I've already sorted the pen drawer, and I have nothing left to do.

DAY 1:
Monday night, our intrepid meteorologists are predicting some kind of "storm activity." Given how wrong they were last week, I just sorta ignored them.

Tuesday, 5 am: I arise, peek outside a window and sees nothing but cold dark. So I merrily proceed to take my shower, get dressed, and walk the dog. I think to myself as we're walking along that it's really f-ing cold and there's this weird white stuff blowing around. But again, I just sorta ignore it.

6:15 am: I leave for Peets to get my tea, and by now, I can't ignore that it's really starting to snow. But I think to myself, snow schmow, we can make it to Salem no problem.

6:30 am: After stopping at Peets and driving to the carpool spot, Fidget calls. Um, dude, I'm kind of slipping around out here, he says. Um, dude, then hang up the phone and drive, I say. We'll convene at carpool spot but let's not be like the other morons who are out driving in the snow and talking on their cell phones at the same time.

6:40 am: Fidget and I meet at the carpool meeting spot in the pouring snow. We call Sparky, and together agree we should probably not join the masses who think they can drive in the snow and ice, and just go home.

Well, super. Now I'm home, with no work to do because the meteorologists weren't so kind as to do their jobs and predict this storm. So I'm forced to watch Team Coverage on Channel 8. For hours. I saw the same clip of a car playing pinball with other cars like no less than 2 dozen times, no joke. Then I watch The View for the first time. Holy crap, that is a really, really bad show. Dr. Phil wasn't really much of an improvement. And Oprah was preempted by more Team Coverage (including the car pinball clip, a handful more times).

I have to say that staying home on snow days isn't what it was like in school. With real jobs come real responsibilities, people, and as I sat on my duff at home, all I did was worry about the work piling piling piling up. That feeling went away after the first bottle of wine, but still. Sheesh.

Day 2:
I'm bound and determined to get to work today, but noooooo, we've got icy roads, freezing fog, and my partner, who threatened to plant herself in front of my car if I tried to go anywhere. I called Sparky and Fidget, and again, SFZ is marooned in Portland. So I got to watch that car pinball clip at least a dozen more times, and learned what to do if you were one of those people who abandoned their cars on the freeway. And now we're out of wine, and I'm just cranky.

Day 3:
In my desperate search for any indication I can leave my home tomorrow, I turn to every news and radio station. Here's what I learned:

We could get snow.
We could get freezing rain.
We could get freezing fog.
We could get rain.
We could get nothing.
The roads could be icy.
The roads could be fine.

Well, super.