Remember that episode of Ren and Stimpy where they are suffering from Space Madness? Well, I’m dealing with Snow Madness. We’ve had snow on the ground here for what seems like an eternity, and I’m really tired of looking at it. Sometimes I imagine that God has taken a gigantic fire extinguisher and sprayed the whole town. Sometimes I imagine that episode of The Brady Bunch when Bobby puts a shitload of laundry detergent into the washing machine and frothy, white suds spilled out all over the laundry room. Sometimes I imagine that last scene from Ghostbusters when the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man was blown to bits and marshmallow cream rains down on everything.
Yeah, I’m pretty desperate to put a spin on all of this.
Yesterday I told another mom at school pick-up that I would be really glad when all of the snow melted. She looked at me like I was crazy (admittedly, I get that a lot) and told me that she thought it was beautiful and that she’d like it to stick around for a while. Clearly, she’s succumbed to some variation of Snow Madness, too.
We’re looking at the possibility of up to five inches of snow tomorrow night. It looks like Snow Madness may be a chronic condition.