Snow Day and Prime Rib

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Earlier this week as I was driving my son to his high school he asked me to switch on the radio to a news and current events station he will usually only listen to after much complaining/urging on my part.

I obliged and put on the station quietly patting myself on the back that my great parenting skills had resulted in my iPod teen finally taking a more wide-spread interest in current affairs.

Well that was a short-lived sentiment.  It seems W only wanted to get the weather report so he could hear whether or not there would be snow day for schools.  If you don’t have kids or if you’re blessed to live in a snow free region of the world, a snow day these days means “no school.”

Something has happened to the traditional hardiness of us northern folks.  I remember walking to school with the snow somewhere near my waist.  By the time I would arrive at school my thighs would be tired from lifting them so much!

Now when we get the slightest indication that there’ll be an accumulation of snow it’s like we have to alert the army to ensure we’ll be prepared.

Today my town has called a snow day.  As early as yesterday morning, they were telling folks to work from home if at all possible.  The front of my paper is all about the pending “snow fall.”

My husband, brave soul that he is, pulled on his boots and went off to work even as those threatening snowflakes, “threaten” to fall.  I’ve got Nat King Cole crooning the “Christmas Song” on the stereo, my son is slumbering peacefully knowing that there is no school today.

I have one dilemma…I was told that a local and popular butcher is having an unbelievable sale on boned Prime Rib.  Prime Rib is on my menu for Christmas Eve.  If I don’t go and get it today, I’ll lose out on a good deal.

Since I’m no snow day chicken, I’m heading out to get my Prime Rib.  Let’s hope the news continues to play up the scariness of a snow fall…more choice and selection for me at the meat shop!