It is one week to the coronation inaguration, and the only thing I can enjoy about it is that I get a day off from work.
Of course, the Man and the kids will too, so it's not much of a break, but at least I can sleep in--a bit.
Never mind that. Do you remember the scene in What's Opera, Doc? in which Elmer Fudd is on the mountain top in his horned helmet, exhorting the gods of Valhalla to bring down their fury upon Bugs Bunny?
" Arise, Storm. North winds blow! South winds blow! Typhoons... Hurricanes... Earthquakes! SMOG! "
Well, I'm not wishing all that on the coronation inauguration of George III Bush.
But how about a snowstorm?
As I've written elsewhere, all it takes is an inch or two to paralyze DC when it snows.
And the Man will be off, so even if they DID call him in for snow duty it would be about quadruple overtime. And the kids and I are already off.
And we haven't had any snow.
So I am thinking snow.
Though one of my colleagues thinks that an icy rain would be even better.
So, to help us all think snow, I offer all my fellow travelers this link to a snow dance.
Hey, you can make my kids happy and upset the Republican's plans for tacky excess all at the same time.
That's what I call, a win-win situation..............